The Landing KeyA Chapter by Cherrie Palmer-- The Landing Key--
--Sara Michaels--
The list of facts Thad made me is in my hand,
but the loop of events that keep playing in my mind is that anodic kiss from
Billings Airport. I do not believe in love at first sight, but I cannot deny
how I feel. The hope of learning all there is to know about him sits beside
this contented aura of forever.
--Thad Powers--
I know I should have told Sara I, well, we, my
two brothers and I severed in the 75th and that most of our clients are wounded
service personnel. That, 'Back in the Saddle,' was born out of our own need
when Travis lost his foot in Iraq. I worry about telling her too much too soon.
That Cindy left me because back then, ready to travel was my motto, and I was
always deployed somewhere. It's strange, but her memory has become an old forgotten
postcard that I run across from time to time. The telegram returns to my
thoughts. Who sent it expands my imagination? Vince is my first choice, but why
keeps me awake. The smell of Sara's perfume reminds me what I really want is to
hide away somewhere warm and cozy with her in my arms. --The Arrival--
The flight attendant announces to everyone to
prepare for landing. The cabin lights are dimmed as the pilot lines up in the
key, Seats are returned to the upright position, window blinds are lifted, and
the streets of Paris are filled with activity. Those bustling pedestrians down
below seem unaware of Delta-Air flight 82's arrival to CDG. Thad leans across
Sara to look at the city and covers her hand with his own in the process.
"Never thought I'd come here for a
visit."
"Yes, that makes two of us. I was a
little afraid of making this trip. Even though I knew I would. It means a lot
to me that you are here, your moral support is priceless."
Thad smiled at her choice of words, but
offered no clue to her just how much his skillset brings to the table.
"While we have a moment, can you tell me
what happened on that first encounter at the crosswalk?"
"Yes, I should have explained it before.
It was your shirt."
"My shirt?"
"It caught me off-guard. I have that
exact shirt at home neatly bundled in a Christmas box. It was the last thing I
bought Vince. For some reason, I still have it on his side of the closet. After
he left, that following Valentine's, I emptied a sweet bottle of Dolce, filled
up two big boxes with everything of his I could find, then took it to the
shelter," Sara said. "Boy did that feel good," she added,
"but I kept his ring and the Christmas shirt. He hurt me, leaving me
as he did. This trip is not about us or even about who we once were, but of
letting go, finding answers, and maybe, giving my heart closure."
"Well, I hope that's what happens."
"But you don't think that's what I'll
find, is it?"
"I think the closure you need won't come
from this trip. A determined mind can do anything. I also think from this point
on; it's going to be baneful."
The cabin lights returned to normal. The
flight attendant activated the exit sign, and just that quickly, the plane came
alive with sonority as passengers embark to destinations unknown. © 2021 Cherrie PalmerReviews
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3 Reviews Added on December 20, 2020 Last Updated on June 24, 2021 AuthorCherrie PalmerSpringfield , MOAboutI am a published poet and love poetry. After a lifetime of country living, I'm making a move back to town. I find my surroundings a great inspiration to me. I also have two books on Amazon Kindle: .. more..Writing
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