July 20, 2006

Broken Promises

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She stood, eyes glued to the mirror before her and sighed deeply, twisting her lips at the last second to blow away the long strand of hair that had fallen across her face. Time had not been kind to her the last few years, she thought. Frowning, she shook her head. There was no time for this. Hands dripping, she pulled several of the rough paper towels from the dispenser, quickly drying her hands, feeling the smooth skin where once a simple gold wedding band sat. Broken promises, she reminded herself.

Hands smoothing her hair back and adjusting the plunging neckline of her black dress, she inhaled deeply. There was much to do before midnight. His life depended on it.

Posted by *Theresa* at July 20, 2006 05:53 AM

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She stepped from the restroom and strolled casually down the concourse toward the man seated by the window at Gate B27. The man she loved, and the one who'd always loved her, looked up and smiled, thinking to himself, That girl gets prettier by the day. As she came closer, he could see (despite her radiant smile) that there was something troubling her. It was subtle, but there was something about her eyes (the crease in her brow, her darting sideward glance, something ...).

As she plopped down beside him, he asked, "So what's troubling my beautiful traveling companion?"

Giving him her best impersonation of a pouting teenager, she answered, "Dad, don't start ..."

Posted by: Bob at July 20, 2006 08:19 AM

Taking a deep breath he thought of how much like her mother, she really was. She was beautiful, smart, funny, and more than a little sassy.

"Damn that son-in-law," he thought angrily. There was only one thing to do.

Posted by: Christina at July 20, 2006 10:51 AM

But how to do it? Personally, he'd like to throttle any sonofabitch that made his daughter cry. This one especially. But being stuck in a wheelchair made a physical confrontation impossible....

He turned to her. "Chin up, it's not long now."

Posted by: caltechgirl at July 20, 2006 12:06 PM

“No, things should start happening pretty fast, real soon.” She smiled sweetly and laid her hand on his arm and gave a reassuring squeeze that a kind, caring daughter would give to her aging father.

But she jumped appropriately when the blast blew the wall out across the concourse and people started screaming and running. She stood up and quickly, but efficiently, got behind her father and started pushing him toward the boarding hallway. They passed the airline desk, utterly unnoticed, where one attendant was on the phone trying to give a report of the chaotic scene to whoever was on the other end. The other employee had run off toward the bathroom, shouting some kind of orders, but no one was paying much attention.

As she had planned, there was no flight crew yet in the cockpit and the cleaning crew was already finished inside. Anyone down below would get out of the way when the plane started moving. Which would be in about one minute.

Posted by: Lolly at July 20, 2006 05:07 PM

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