"Is this area J?"
She needs to figure out what to bring back her son. I give her suggestions of things that have been big hits with Epsilon, and we march off to our plane.
"Huh? Yes."
I turn to see
a small woman - made up far to well to be in line at the airport
at 5:30 am.
She smells of cigarette smoke and fragrance.
Hoop earrings highlight her jaw line.
She could be one of my undergrads.
I turn to see
a small woman - made up far to well to be in line at the airport
at 5:30 am.
She smells of cigarette smoke and fragrance.
Hoop earrings highlight her jaw line.
She could be one of my undergrads.
We make it through security-
45 minutes until our flight.
"Do you want some coffee? My treat.
I just need to find a cash point."
She's definitely too happy to be at an airport at 6 in the morning.
45 minutes until our flight.
"Do you want some coffee? My treat.
I just need to find a cash point."
She's definitely too happy to be at an airport at 6 in the morning.
We settle down for toast or porridge,
cappuchino or tea,
and confess our lives to each other,
newly bonded as we were,
sleep deprived and punchy-
complete strangers and travelling companions.
She's visiting her new boyfriend.
Military.
He's stationed abroad for a year,
she's doing all the travelling now.
She hopes to bring her son over next month,
she doesn't know if his school will let him have the time away.
Maybe for Christmas.
cappuchino or tea,
and confess our lives to each other,
newly bonded as we were,
sleep deprived and punchy-
complete strangers and travelling companions.
She's visiting her new boyfriend.
Military.
He's stationed abroad for a year,
she's doing all the travelling now.
She hopes to bring her son over next month,
she doesn't know if his school will let him have the time away.
Maybe for Christmas.
"How old is you son?"
"He's five."
He's very good at abstract thinking-
tested borderline autistic.
She got pregnant in college.
Married.
Kept performing.
Finished her degree.
Graduated with honorable mention in music.
She pouted when her professor wouldn't let her sing at the last performance.
Thwarted,
she went home
and into labor.
Happy graduation, Mom!
He's very good at abstract thinking-
tested borderline autistic.
She got pregnant in college.
Married.
Kept performing.
Finished her degree.
Graduated with honorable mention in music.
She pouted when her professor wouldn't let her sing at the last performance.
Thwarted,
she went home
and into labor.
Happy graduation, Mom!
Her marriage didn't last,
but they still get together for lunch.
Her son sees them as good friends.
He has the kid during this visit.
No angst.
He's seeing someone.
As is she.
Her new boyfriend?
He's so GOOD to her son.
Her son loves him back.
but they still get together for lunch.
Her son sees them as good friends.
He has the kid during this visit.
No angst.
He's seeing someone.
As is she.
Her new boyfriend?
He's so GOOD to her son.
Her son loves him back.
She needs to figure out what to bring back her son. I give her suggestions of things that have been big hits with Epsilon, and we march off to our plane.
I can't get her out of my head. What would I have done with the cards dealt to her? Would I be the chipper young woman eager to fly to see her new lover, would I still be the older, weary one, trying to make it through the predawn commute so she can put in a reasonable day at work? Or third.... well, lets not talk about third ...
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