I found this prompt on creativewritingprompts.com and loved it. Since I'm not in the mood/too tired to work on my current projects, I figured I'd do a writing Wednesday post and prompt with you all. Make sure you try it too! They're awesome for getting your brain moving and feeling inspired with something new.
The prompt: Write a story about a mother looking for her son. Her son was one of the passengers on a plane that had crashed earlier in the day. Any length or word count will do. Can be a scene, short story, or excerpt. I'm doing a scene.
I hadn't seen Jacob in three weeks and my nerves were all over the place. I had heard horror stories from my friends and other parents about how drastically their children had changed at summer camp. He was only fourteen, but I hoped that wasn't the case. He was the best child a mother could ask for, polite, understood manners, did his work. I didn't know where he got it from, but I was thankful at least I had done something right in my life.
I waited at the baggage claim at Laguardia airport. He had sent me a text just as he got on the plane and said to wait in the car, but I couldn't help myself. I wanted to see him the second he landed, which should've been five minutes ago. A man walked past me and nudged me with his arm. I pulled back.
"Sorry, ma'am," he said with a smile.
I smiled back. "No problem."
Literally nothing could get me down right now. Jake was almost home. He was the only child I had, and only family that I was close to. My husband passed away about three years ago. It affected Jake a lot but over the past year I thought he was moving on, finally feeling happy again. He was the son I knew again, and I couldn't even believe I agreed to camp. But I'd do anything to keep him happy. And soccer sleep away camp was just that.
A voice rang out across the loud speakers, the box static-y so I couldn't hear a thing. Where was he? I pulled out my cellphone and checked the time. Ten minutes. He should've landed. I shot him a quick text, asking if he stopped to get food or go to the bathroom or if something was wrong. My heart picked up just a bit. My gut twisted in a way that told me something was wrong, but I didn't believe it. Airports were just crazy busy and confusing. I was sure he just got lost or something.
My mind began to race with possibilities as I swayed near the exit in baggage claim. He had to be here somewhere. I walked towards where the elevators opened and looked around, searching for his light blonde head of hair and his crystal blue eyes. Panic settled in my bones as my fingers shook and my body began to sweat. I ran to the bathroom and called his name.
"Sir," I said as I stopped a man who exited the men's room. He looked at me strange but stopped. "Can you check for my son in there? He's fourteen, named Jake and has blond hair. I can't find him."
He must've been able to sense my near hysteria because he nodded. "No problem. One second." He turned back around and went into the room. What was seconds felt like hours as I waited with bated breath for him to come back with Jake. Maybe he had just gotten sick. Maybe he fell and hurt himself. He had to be here. I began to bite at my cuticles as I swayed from foot to foot just outside the door.
"Sorry, miss. He's not in there. There aren't any kids in there."
"Oh god," I muttered to myself. I pulled out my phone and checked it again. Another five minutes had gone by and he still wasn't here. Maybe the flight was delayed or had to stop or something strange. I didn't want to freak people out, but I needed to know where my only son was. I ran to the information desk.
"Can I help you?" The woman in a navy jacket asked.
"Yes. My son was supposed to land twenty minutes ago and he hasn't show up yet. Can you check a flight or tell me someone who can?" I just needed to know where he was so I could get to him. While she clicked on the keyboard, my eyes roamed the massive room, searching each face for my Jake. He was here. He had to be. Somewhere.
I looked back at the woman, but she refused to make eye contact with me. After clicking a few more times on her computer, she picked up the receiver to a phone and typed a number. She spun in her chair so her back was to me and spoke in whispers.
"Excuse me?" I asked, tapping my hand on the counter. What was happening? Why was she being so secretive? Where was my son?
The woman nodded and then turned back around. She hung up the phone, clicked a few more times on the keyboard, then faced me. Her chocolate eyes met mine with tears in them. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. What happened? What the hell had happened to my son?
"The administration is going to come meet you in one second. They can help you."
"Do they know where my son is?" I asked her, my voice shaking I was so damn nervous.
"Yes," she answered. I let out a breath. It didn't matter what was going on. They knew where he was and we'd be able to fix this. I sagged against the counter and waiting on the admins to show up. They were taking their sweet time, though. "They'd like me to take you to a meeting room," she said as she stood up from behind the kiosk.
I nodded and blindly followed her behind the baggage claim and into a restricted area of the airport. She used her key tag to swipe in and then held the door for me. I followed her down a long hallway of shut wood doors and gross maroon carpet. Was Jake in trouble? Oh no. What had he done? My fears of him changing may have been coming true. I hoped he wasn't in too much trouble.
She pushed open one of the doors and waved her hand out for me to sit down. I sat in the wood chair.
"They'll be here shortly," the woman said. Her voice cracked, like she'd be crying. What was wrong with her? I was so confused about everything going on, I didn't know what to think. I didn't know anything at all. And all I cared about was Jake and figuring out where he was and what he had done. I could fix this. I just wanted to see him first. I needed to look into his ice blue eyes and know that he was okay.
The door banged open and my head spun toward the commotion. Two men in grey suits walked in, shut the door and then sat down across from me silently. They appeared cold just from a single glance. Once opened a briefcase, layed out a manilla envelope and a dark black satchel. I didn't know what was happening just from these items.
"Where's my son?"
"The plane he was on had to make an emergency landing after the engine blew out. We're sorry to have to tell you this, but fifty of the one hundred and twelve passengers have died from the crash, in addition to the pilot and two stewardesses. Again, I'm so sorry to tell you think way, but your son is one of the deceased. He didn't make it off the flight."
And in an instant, my life was over.
© Taylor Lavati 2017
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