Rage against the machine

I move across the floor, my heels tapping a quick beat. I try to look unflustered but I have a really bad feeling. Reaching the edge of the group, I turn to the nearest person.

“Have they closed the terminal?”

Just my luck, the person happens to be my neighbour from the plane, her child clinging to her trousers. She ignores me so I turn to the guy on my other side. It’s the man from the plane. I smile but he leans forward, straining to hear the quiet voice in front.

“There has been a situation…”

“What situation?” someone asks.

“The terminal has been evacuated.”

The guy with the soft voice has ignored the question. I look around. The silence and emptiness is getting to me, making my skin crawl. I keep feeling as though we are being watched.

“What about us?” another passenger asks.

I am starting to think that we are in more danger than I first thought. The terminal looks empty but if you look closely there are signs of it being abandoned. In the corner a tipped cup of soda has spilt its contents leaving a sticky sugary puddle. One lone fly circles above it, lazily moving to and fro. I watch it and am surprised at its sluggishness. It is warm in here. Maybe it has already filled its belly with the sugary syrup.

There is an electric blue hoodie draped over the back of a chair but no one is there to claim it. Nearby is even a pair of high heels, pushed under the seat as if some business woman has taken them off to ease her swollen feet. It is just like the pictures you see from abandoned buildings. I’ve seen the documentaries about Chernobyl. If the chairs weren’t bolted to the floor I have a feeling that they would be tipped over, exposing their underbellies. Something has gone seriously wrong. People have forgotten things, but not bags. I can’t see one. Instead it is the incidentals, although I do worry about the barefoot woman. Although if you have got to run, would you really put your stilettos back on?

The man with the quiet voice is talking again.

“Someone will come for you?”

“Who?” I ask.

“Someone.”

He is being evasive, but I have decided that if I need to run there is no way I can in my shoes. They are only kitten heels, but I have an appalling sense of balance. I walk over to a set of seats, skirting the puddle of congealing sugar.

The man from the plane follows me.

“You okay?”

I nod and then sit. With a sigh I take off my offending footwear. He watches.

“Have you hurt your foot?”

“No, but I need to feel that I can run.”

He looks at me oddly so I explain. He starts to scan our surroundings. “You shouldn’t be barefoot though.”

I smile. “I won’t be.” I remove from my bag a pair of slip on shoes, the kind designed to be worn if you find your high-heels too uncomfortable. I’ve only used them a couple of times and although they won’t do for a hike they are better than the kitten heels.

“I’m Colin,” he says, sticking out a hand so I can shake it.

I do, making it a strong shake. “Bethany, although everyone calls be Bitsy.”

“You don’t look like a Bitsy.”

A grin plays across my mouth. The noise around the desk becomes louder and I can see the quietly spoken man appears to have disappeared.

“I’ll go and see.”

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About Kate

Kate Murray has recently completed her Masters in Creative Writing and is currently working as an illustrator and writer. Her first anthology of short stories ‘The Phantom Horse’ was published in December 2013 and she subsequently has had another anthology published by Raging Aardvark; “Love Just Is” looks at the truth of love, in all its guises from romantic to obsessive. She is currently working on an anthology of ghost stories which should be published at the end of October 2014 and is also writing her first novel. Kate runs two blogs, one is about her life as a writer (kate0murray.wordpress.com) and the other is a serialisation of a novel, “The Gone”; a disaster hits the world while Bitsy is on a flight from Italy. She lands to find that the world is completely altered and she must learn to survive in a place where everyone is not who they appear to be (thegone.wordpress.com). Kate has had short stories published in magazines and e-zines, including ‘The Lampeter Review’, ‘Jotter’s United’, and ‘What The Dickens’. She has had short stories included in the ‘Twisted Tales 2013’ anthology published by Raging Aardvark, and the ‘Busker Anthology’ and ‘Spooky Tales Anthology’ published by What the Dickens. Kate’s artwork has been exhibited at the Museum Of Modern Art in Machynlleth where she was selected after entering the art competition and at Aberglasney Gardens as part of the Mid Wales Art group. Her artwork has been published by companies from Norway to Australia and her latest works will have illustrations in it. She has also had a series of line drawings published by Staffordshire Wildlife Trust in their biodiversity action plan. Kate currently works in the foothill of the Cambrian Mountains where she has a purpose built workshop that she affectionately calls her ‘house’ as she spends far more time in there than anywhere else.
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One Response to Rage against the machine

  1. Kate says:

    Reblogged this on Kate Murray and commented:

    The next installment of ‘The Gone’. 🙂

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