The Crossing

At the airport, they couldn’t find the privacy to say goodbye. It’s a place that doesn’t allow for intimacy. As soon as you step in there to fly, you’re already half gone. His father held him on the end of a tether, straining, without the leeway of regretful words to make letting go any easier. Everyone stood still while time eaten away. Then the dispassionate voice called and he couldn’t ignore it any longer. Shane hitched up his bag and slipped away, into the crowds of the free market.

As young man leaving home for the first time, out to make something of himself in the new world, he walked the waiting lounge, amazed by the business of trade built up there. He examined the trinkets and souvenirs on sale, saw businessmen getting their shoes shined and then led away for massages in the executive lounges. But Shane hadn’t made his fortune yet so he went to gate, to gaze out the window at the huge plane that was going to carry him over the land and sea to Australia.

All aboard, luggage stowed, strapped into a seat by the window. Shane began to feel his adventure beginning, the end of his tether releasing as they made their crossing through the rough skies. The sun rose glaringly through the cabin windows and set in half the time, lingering in twilight. In the night, satellites roamed like wandering stars and planes passed like ships at sea over waves of cloud hundreds of feet high. All around him were other travellers on an eager crossing to the new world, some on the edge of their seats staring out at the horizon, others buckling down for the storm.

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2 comments

  1. A promising start…would like to explore the ‘pssibilities’ of a ‘new world’ with Shane..
    I like the picture of the busy marketplace airport, many things out of bounds for the focalised character…so true for most people…

  2. A promising start…would like to explore the ‘possibilities’ of a ‘new world’ with Shane…
    I like the picture of the busy marketplace of an airport, many things out of bounds for the focalised character…so true for most people whose pockets aren’t exactly full…

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