Friday 12 September 2014

AT THE AIRPORT - A VIGNETTE







A vignette is a short impressionistic scene that focuses on one moment or gives a trenchant impression about a character, an idea, or a setting and sometimes an object.

Emedeo & Geneva  at the Airport
She first met him at the airport waiting for a flight to Rome.
She was in London with her friend Cheryl on a theater programme her sophomore year.  They had decided that they would do a long weekend in Rome and booked a cheap flight on Ryan Air. 
When Geneva and Cheryl got to the airport it had been snowing lightly.  They were told that the flight was delayed so they settled down with their backpacks and things to wait.  They chatted on and off.  Geneva noticed a dark guy with wild hair and a scruffy beard sitting across from them who from time to time seemed to glance at her. Not my type she said to herself besides she was involved with that young English painter who was her current fuck buddy.
Time went on and Cheryl got restless. Eventually she said to Geneva “I’m going for a walk wait here for me.” She got up and left. Geneva stayed with the bags.  She now noticed that the guy across from her was giving her even more scrutiny.  After some time there was an announcement on the PA saying the flight was canceled. Geneva stayed where she was waiting for Cheryl.  She noticed that he did not get up to leave but kept glancing her way. 
After a while he looked at her and said “I’ll wait here with you until your friend returns”. She was pleased. Smiling to herself it reminded her of the time in New York when she had gone to a club with Roy and had to go to the bathroom leaving Roy on the dance floor.  When she returned he was where she had left him looking around for her.  She thought to herself “He’s special. He could have picked up any girl here yet he waited for me.” She put Emedeo in the same class now.
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Later they would meet in Rome and Emedeo would make love to her.  He would enter her from behind as she preferred.

Tuesday 9 September 2014

PARTING


JF





                                                    She went her unremembering way,
                                                    She went and left in me
                                                    The pang of all the partings gone,
                                                    And partings yet to be.

~Francis Thompson
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