Photo challenge: Motion

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Motion.”

Furballs in motion ©mk17design

Furballs in motion ©mk17design

Photo Challenge: Afloat

In response to The Daily Post’s photo challenge: “Afloat.”
Here’s a doodle to keep the memories of people I cared about. Stay afloat.

In memoriam ©mk17design

In memoriam ©mk17design

Daily Prompt: Happy Endings

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Happy Endings.”
I just finished watching FF7 and “For Paul” is giving me the feels. As Dom says, it’s never goodbye.

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Airports: people either love this place or hate it.

For some people, it’s a place filled with hope.
In a few hours, they will meet their long-expected events, places, and people they’ve been longing to see. Workers going on holidays. Family members visiting one another. Long-distance lovers and the planned reunion. Friends checking their bucket list one at a time. Colourful suitcases, sunglasses, gifts, expectations, hopes.

For some others, it’s a desperate place.
Business trips separating them from their beloved. Different timezones. Awful airline meals instead of home cookings. Jetlags. All the “goodbye”s and “good luck”s, sobbing and laughter in the crowd that gives absolutely no hoot. A place where they will last see their certain someone.

She could write a book out of the things she sees in this blasted hub, but let’s save the paperback plans for later because right now… there’s this one thing she had to take care of. That one thing is standing right next to her with a trolley of suitcases and a backpack on his shoulder, looking over the queue to see whether she had led him to the correct check-in counter.

Luckily, she had.

He stopped the trolley and dug into his bag as she silently watched, somehow amused at the time he took to try fishing out his ticket and resulting in pulling out a lot of random things instead.
At times like this usually there is at least one banter about how unorganized he is.
That day, there were none.
There were also enough goodbye tears and see-you hugs there to write an entire novel with – there’s no use adding any to it.
That was what she thought.
That was what he thought, too.

So once he found his ticket, he sighed and stared at the long queues at the counters as if bracing himself against the possible chaos ahead. She merely stand there glancing at him every 10 seconds.

One minute.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Five.

Three times she wanted to turn on her heels and leave after a friendly “bye”, but even after five minutes passed her whole consciousness root her on the spot. Until he decided to break the silence.

‘You’re going to be okay.’ He smiled, finally taking his eyes off the long lines to look at her.
She took a deep breath. ‘How are you so sure?’

‘Because you’ll find someone better.’
‘I probably will.’

‘So you’ll be okay, right?’
‘Not really.’

‘Why?’
‘You know what the funny thing is?’

He knew the answer. He just couldn’t hear it coming from her of all people.
So he didn’t reply.
Thus she continued.

‘I’ve never dreamt for someone better.’

Airports: people either love this place or hate it.
For him, it’s where he last wished her the best and depart to seek his.
For her, it’s where her best kissed her goodbye and leave her with none.