Monday, June 16, 2008

No Turning Back

The following is my entry into Scribbit's Write-Away contest for June. I have this nasty penchant for sumbitting my entries too close to the deadline, and this one is no exception. The deadline is tomorrow, so if you want to enter too, get typing! The theme this month is "Going places."

No Turning Back
Oh great, Patti is going to be sick. She better not barf. I can't believe she still won't give me the window seat, she isn't even going to look out. She looks green.
"Ha ha ha ha, hey girl, your friend looks like she is going to puke! Ha ha ha!"

Stupid drunk man, why doesn't his wife make him shut up? Oops, maybe he is handicapped, or on a special medication. Still, that lady should tell him to stop laughing at us, it isn't Patti's fault she is sick.

"Lizzy, I'm going to be sitting back here with your dad and Bugga. Can you help Ben with Joseph?"

"Sure mom. Joseph, buckle up. Hey, Ben, wanna trade seats? I want to sit near the window."

Ben takes one look at Patti, another out his window, and quickly shakes his head. Darn! Anna has her earphones on and I swear she isn't looking at me on purpose.

"Ha ha ha! Haven't you ever flown on a plane before?

I put my head back and close my eyes, trying to ignore everything around me. I'll just ignore Patti, and that stupid laughing man. I'll ignore the fact that we are leaving New York and all the friends I've made. I'll just ignore the fact that dad is getting worse and that I'm worried about him making this flight. If I just close my eyes none of this will be real for just a moment. It feels so good to ignore..."

Rrrrruuummbbbbblllllleeeeeee. The plane is taking off. I continue ignoring everything, even that obnoxious man, but I open my eyes to look past Patti and out the window. Here we go! Going to Idaho, back where we started, back to family, back to an easier place for mom to be a single mother, back to the place where there is a cemetary plot, next to Grandma, waiting for dad. There will be new adventures, new friends, a new landscape, and new problems. I'm excited, scared, and numb. I always wanted to travel, but this isn't traveling, really. This is survival, and that is different. We aren't just leaving a place, or people, we are leaving a way of life, and things are never going to be the same, ever again. This is a one way ticket for our family. The trip will continue and each of us will take many different paths, but none of us can go back to where we were and ever have it be the same. Maybe if I explained all this to the laughing man he wouldn't laugh so hard...

15 comments:

Scribbit said...

I've sat on planes before and wondered what people's stories were. All the different reasons they're on that plane--

And I don't mind waiting for your entries, they're always so good!

An Ordinary Mom said...

That must have been a really traumatic plane ride.

Packer Family said...

I liked it! I can totally picture all of it! Good Luck!

Annie said...

Very nice. Good color and description of the characters. Very good pull at the end. You should consider expanding the story it has great possibility.

Leslie said...

I always enjoy your writing! Awesome Ice Creams strikes again!

Laura said...

If it were me giving the awards, I would award you now. That must have been one of the most bitter-sweet experiences of your life. Good luck w/ your entry.

Jen said...

Between airports and flying, its always interesting the sorts of people you come across, isn't it?

Lisa said...

When I see airplanes overhead I wonder about the life on board. I have a secret obsession with airports, really.

That must have been the hardest trip to take.

My husband travels weekly and he hates it.

Jane Hamilton said...

Hey, that was a great story. :) You should have written a little more, I think there's more to that story than you're letting on. Btw, you write really well.

Manager Mom said...

I have never taken a one-way flight to a new life. What an interesting window into your thoughts.

Michal said...

tears in my eyes. you did a great job, as always, at capturing the emotion and imagery of that plane ride. well done.

Sonja said...

It's remarkable to me, the way you can capture the emotion of a situation and make it real for me.

It's also interesting for me to be able to read a little of where that journey has led you.

Belladonna said...

I absolutely loved reading this. In one short passage you completely captured my attention and got me engaged, curious, caring how it would turn out.

This could be developed into some very solid writing. KEEP GOING!

Ben Eaton said...

Sometimes my dreams make it seem like I have gone back to what life was in New York. Those dreams are always the best and the worst. Until I read your piece of history, it never occurred to me that we did take a one way flight and that there is no going back.

The was very therapeutic.

fluorophore said...

What a mix - a lot of tension there - the confines of the airplane and the lack of privcay, the ill child and father, the anticipation of a new life...

kinda makes me feel woozy myself :)