SouvenirA Story by YouoweYoupayBonus chapter from a novel I've been working on.Souvenir People had places to go and flights to catch. Their shoes and heels clicked and clacked past me, but the sounds only temporarily masked the ruminations; I must have relived the goodbye scene three times by then. So I decided to explore my options at the cafeteria. It couldn't have been far from the waiting area. A little walk around the airport seemed like a good distraction. "Your
father and I are proud of you. You know that, don't you? Come back to us when
you've grown into a fine, young man."
"It's
only temporary. You'll be living very close to your university and you'll learn
many things about being on your own."
"It's
for the best isn't it… Aaron. Are you listening, sweetheart?"
Where was the cafeteria? Wasn't there a map to my left when I got lost here the first time? My hand reached to swipe my forehead, as if the anxieties would fall with the tiny drops of sweat. Opposite the gift shop and the cafeteria, slightly to the left, a children's play area squalled and cheered with colors, beep-beep noises and the persistent wailing of a small child who was unwilling to let go of his mother's clothes, repeatedly asking her to let Papa come back. The cafeteria vendor shook his head a little, "I hate to see children cry." "Yeah," I said browsing through the pastries behind the glass, "It's a sad sight." "No, no, it's not sad, it's obnoxious. I can't work. And if I can't work, there'll be angry customers," he clarified, even when the only customer so far had been me. "Tell you what… I'll reheat your croissant only if you go there." "Go where?" I thought the only condition for getting a croissant was paying money. Not at this airport, it seemed. "Here, open your hands….C'mon, I do it all the time. Open 'em." from his fingers onto my palm rained a few candy wraps; lime green, banana yellow and cherry red, "Do me a favor and give those to the bawling kid. That'll shut him up, let's hope." "… Alright." Although my initial plan was to politely greet the frustrated mother and reassure her I was not here to drug or kidnap her son, things took a comfortably predictable turn; I had decided to head back to the waiting area, giving up on both my olive-cheese croissant and the community service requested of me. I stared at the candy in my palms and cheered myself up with an imaginative, optimistic scenario in which I succeeded in calming and even befriending that child, a scenario that would have likely taken place had I not been a socially incompetent coward. I tapped my feet as I waited for the boarding announcement, hesitant before finally snacking on one of the taffies and the wrapper crunched as I opened it, the foil on the inside glistening in the sunlight from the giant windows. The flavor had little to do with pineapple, opposite to what was implied on the wrapper: Real Fruit Explosion!
I remembered the nutty chocolate truffles my mother kept in the guest living room. One
afternoon, I lifted the heavy glass lid just to take a look at the little
golden globes, kept away from my reach like a treasure chest.
Taking
a peek and closing the lid again failed to restrain me and so I decided to 'borrow'
one single truffle. Only one. I then promised I would compensate my mother; I
would grow up into a responsible adult, find a good job, and buy her another
truffle once I'm filthy rich. A promise was a promise.
"Aaron,
we talked about this…Why, honey?" she had walked in on me in the middle of
my euphoric tasting experience. It took me a few moments to realize that I had
devoured at least a dozen little spheres. And because this was not supposed to
happen and because things had gotten out of hands, my eyes filled with big
tears as I stared at the wrinkled golden wrappers piled on the dining table.
How in the world would I be able to pay all my debts?
My
father joined us just in time only to confess that he too had previously snuck
in and gobbled up a few truffles. And Mama, stuck between getting more upset
and smiling at the silliness of my father's guilty face, took a deep breath and
suggested we all share the remaining dessert as we watch television together.
"Good afternoon, passengers. This is a pre-boarding announcement for flight 18-Q to New Cyan…" I would later ask the flight attendant if they sold any golden, nutty chocolate truffles; a souvenir from the home I may never return to. © 2018 YouoweYoupayReviews
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4 Reviews Added on January 28, 2018 Last Updated on January 29, 2018 Tags: family, coming of age, chocolate, children, airport, social anxiety, love, nostalgia, melancholy, college, travel, cafeteria, corroissant AuthorYouoweYoupayAmman, ..., JordanAbout"The Universe is made of stories, not of atoms." ~Muriel Rukeyser "There is no one more rebellious or attractive than a person lost in a book." “He allowed himself to be swayed by his con.. more..Writing
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