Post by Helena Aquilius on Aug 23, 2021 9:24:47 GMT -8
The inescapable white noise of the airport barely registered to the woman in a dark blazer, sitting alone in the cafe and waiting by arrivals. There was a black coffee in front of her, metrios, but it had barely been touched. Coffee had been far removed from her diet for the majority of her life, but as any divorcee could tell you, sometimes you just have to try something new. And she had done exactly that, and caffeine consumption had stuck.
She watched as groups of people stepped through automatic doors, scanning a mob of people for their loved ones. And then big hugs and sometimes tears would ensue. It was something she had never experienced, certainly not within her family: there was no hugging or crying after someone stepped through the shadow.
She looked over to the flights screen along the wall. At least another 30 minutes until B4 703 arrived from Tripoli. She didn't know the face of the person she was to meet, but they would be in military fatigues, and she would know the expression on their face all too well: devastation.
She watched as groups of people stepped through automatic doors, scanning a mob of people for their loved ones. And then big hugs and sometimes tears would ensue. It was something she had never experienced, certainly not within her family: there was no hugging or crying after someone stepped through the shadow.
She looked over to the flights screen along the wall. At least another 30 minutes until B4 703 arrived from Tripoli. She didn't know the face of the person she was to meet, but they would be in military fatigues, and she would know the expression on their face all too well: devastation.