Waiting

She sat on a bench with her brown leather suitcase next to her feet. She was not sure what she had put in it. It had beeen ready for a week. Had she remembered to pack a dress? She would need at least one. An some open sandals and a pair of comfortable shooes.
A couple of new cardigans, one yellow and one white.They had been christmas presents from her sister, actually grey, and made of wool. She had gone back to the shop and bought them in them in light colours,and of cotton. She was not sure she could dare to wear shorts, her legs were not tight anymore, but a singlet would do fine. Her arms were not the worse part of her boy.

Her passport was in her black handbag, together with her tickets. She hoped her passport was valid. She had read that some countries required you to have a tourist visa for visits of less than three months. For less than three months. She didn’t know how long this would take.
She had been to a bank and changed her currency. This should be enough for a carabbean cruise. She opened the bag; a red lipstick, a small lunch packet, a white handkerchief with embroideries. An envelope with a name on, written with fine letters. Just in case. Then a christmascard she had picked up from the mailbox on her way out of the house. A greeting from a friend. ” I wish you good health my dear friend. It is the most impostant thing in life.” She unfoled the card in anger and closed the bag.

She noticed the crowded people passing by. They were all in a hurry, from place to place. Buisness men in dark suits with their grey leather folders in their hands. There were many of them. Now and then uniformed women showed up. Stewardesses she assumed. When was the last time she had seen one? She recalled the sweet stewardess from The terminal. She smiled by the thought of her and also by the thought of all the stupid TV soaps she woudn’t miss.


People were sleeping on benches around her. Some with a book under their head, others sitting with their eyes closed. There were shops were all the way, she got a feeling she was on mall. Fashionable ladies shopping parfume, guided by pretty women with perfect make up, who’ll let them smell it first. The picture appeared attractive to her. She would buy some. May be later. She would do that.

A group of young women gathered at a coffee and sandwich shop. They opened their laptops and she heard them laugh. Free, cheerful laughter.
When was the last time she had laughed? cheerfulness, delight, enjoyment, gladness, joy, pleasure, rejoicing. Some words had simply vanished from her vocubulary. Words she had lost somewhere on her way.



Suddenly she started to think of her medicine. Had she remembered them all? The pink ones which kept her pain away, the white ovale ones that made her sleep. She opened her bag and checked. Yes, they were all there. She made a sigh in relief. Well, it was no big deal anyway.
May be she wouldn’t need them. May be a miracle would happen.
Or perhaps it would happen soon. Perhaps the journey of life was over before hers had started.

The random aspects of lives Come together once in a while

She heard her last call and went to check in.