Ok, this is an overdue attempt to write a short story.

It’s a short teaser of a story actually ;-)

I’m posting it so I can get some real and honest feedback. Let me know what you think. I’ll count on your honesty.

And thank you in advance :-)


“Shit! It’s 6:15 already!”

She jumped out of her bed with a heavily beating heart, ran to the bathroom to wash up, and as soon as she was done, she realized that she had forgotten to pee.
She ran back to the toilet rushing the process way too fast.
She drove so recklessly to the airport hoping no police cars are hiding where she can’t see it. She sprayed on her perfume as she drove – which was not a good idea since it splattered right into her eyes – and fixed her hair while she parked.

It was a glorious summer morning, and she couldn’t remember the last time she was so excited, so early in the day, or the last time the skies looked so brilliant.

“He’s finally coming back!”
She smiled to herself as she stood amongst fifty other people waiting for their loved ones, or their employers.

Her large blond hair seemed to attract everyone’s attention! A filthy looking man stared at her from across the hall, smiling and caressing his vicious moustache. She couldn’t believe his audacity at first and stared right back into his eyes with her hand on her waste. Finally she decided to look away.

Every time the sliding doors opened, her heart skipped a beat. It was now 6:55 and still no Adel. Her legs were getting tiered and heavy, and every time she attempted to shift her weight from one leg to the other, she caught the weirdo staring at her.

Then the doors slid open again, and there he was; as handsome as ever. His tall strong body pushing the cart, his beautiful black eyes searching the crowd, looking so distant.

“I want to jump over this rail and hug the life out of him”, she thought
But she didn’t move.
His majestic walk, his tiered eyes, his big hands. It all felt like it was going in slow motion.
“Where are the violins?”

She finally walked towards him, smiling, and arms open, whispering “welcome home baby!”. He smiled back and spoke under his breath and with a threatening tone “nnnnnot here!”. She stopped short! She could have sworn she heard her thought break like a speeding car on a slippery road. Or like violin practice going really really badly!

He placidly placed his hand on her shoulder for a couple of seconds as he pushed her slightly ahead of him, he bent down to her ear and whispered:
“Anna what the hell were you thinking? In public???”

As she walked in front of him, in shock, it all started coming back to her.