Recently I found this writing community, WriteOnEdge. There’s this writing meme called “Red Writing Hood”, and provides a story prompt every Tuesday. Well I thought since I haven’t wrote prose for a while, I would try it out! So here’s the prompt:

“This week we’d like you to write a fiction or creative non-fiction piece set entirely in an airport. Take us on an adventure in 450 words or less.”

You clutch the rose I gave you tightly, caressing its soft pink, petals. I hide the hot tears in my eyes by giving you a little hug, just like I’ve always done, telling you that I’ll be happy if you are happy. I breathe in your familiar scent, something I will never forget.

I walk beside you as you drag your luggage towards check in, holding your fingers, tickling your palm slightly, just like I’ve always done. You heave your luggage onto the conveyor belt – it’s heavy with all the books and resources you need. You answer the attendant’s questions with curt responses, occasionally stopping to smile at me sadly.

I perch on your arm as you leave the counter. We stroll past the shops in silence, not knowing what to say to each other. I love you? I’ll miss you? Goodbye? Everything seems unnecessary, even awkward.

Soon the time comes for you to leave, to enter those gates. Unknowingly we walk towards the gates, standing in front of it. This is where we say goodbye.

You envelop me into your arms, telling me that you love me and will love me forever. You tell me that you will never forget me. You tell me that once your two years are up, you will be on the first plane back to Maine.

We make a pact to chat every night, at 10.30 p.m. without fail. We will not let country boundaries separate us, separate our love. I chokingly tell you to take care of your health, and not overwork yourself.

We kiss, as though the rest of the world is melted away, and for one moment, there is only you and me. But you and I both know that moment will end.

We pull away slowly, gazing into each other’s eyes. One final hug, and you walk away from me, through security, and through the gates. You turn around when you reach the other side.

With a final wave, you are gone.

on a side note, do read “The Statistical Probability of Love At First Sight“, it’s a contemporary piece about two people who fall in love at an airport, over a few hours! It’s really great! Check it out on GoodReads, in the link above.

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