Sinking Sleep
Rian spent the late hours of the night in an empty airport waiting for a delayed flight with only cheap hot chocolate, Sherlock Holmes, and a dapper young man with a paper thin computer.
The hot chocolate was mostly cold. Sherlock Holmes lived in Rian's book. The dapper young man's mother and sister were stuck on the same very delayed flight as Rian's Important Parcel.
An empty airport is an interesting thing. The lights dim and the janitorial crew staggers about. A fellow with a mop nearly ran Rian over. I am fairly sure he was aware of nothing in the world other than whatever thoughts echoed in his head.
The ticket counters were closed, not a soul with any airline responsibility about. Lost passengers, perhaps three of them, slept in chairs throughout the concourse. Dapper Fiance and Rian were the only ones truly awake. And neither of us could keep from yawning. Or laughing at each other's weariness.
Rian is very tired and lost whatever point I may have been trying to make. But I wonder at the linger allulre of the ghost town ideal.
The hot chocolate was mostly cold. Sherlock Holmes lived in Rian's book. The dapper young man's mother and sister were stuck on the same very delayed flight as Rian's Important Parcel.
An empty airport is an interesting thing. The lights dim and the janitorial crew staggers about. A fellow with a mop nearly ran Rian over. I am fairly sure he was aware of nothing in the world other than whatever thoughts echoed in his head.
The ticket counters were closed, not a soul with any airline responsibility about. Lost passengers, perhaps three of them, slept in chairs throughout the concourse. Dapper Fiance and Rian were the only ones truly awake. And neither of us could keep from yawning. Or laughing at each other's weariness.
Rian is very tired and lost whatever point I may have been trying to make. But I wonder at the linger allulre of the ghost town ideal.
posted by La Tulipe | 4:09 PM
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