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Airport, Sunday night, seven thirty (pm)

In Uncategorized on July 11, 2008 at 10:55 am

They shared both the cigarette and its figure, passing it one to the other, pinched between finger and thumb by one, scissored by the other.

All of them – the cigarette, the brunette, the blonde – long, straight and increasingly lined.

Each deep drag thinned.

They had, like everyone else in the line, suitcases at their feet. Padlocked zips and ribbons (one gold, one red) wrapped around the handles. They wore, both of them, tight jeans, high boots and jackets that weren’t tasselled or denim, but could have been.

Cars drove up, boots popped, people got out, gave quick and cursory hugs, lifted suitcases in, doors slammed, cars drove off.

Like everyone else in the line, the women glanced at their watches, checked their phones and hunched their shoulders against the cold. They spoke, but not loud enough to be overheard.

Their car, when it arrived, was loud and black, or perhaps deep blue. Its tyres were rimmed with silver and its windscreen wipers were fast. The boot popped. Nobody got out.

The blonde woman, the last to hold the cigarette, looked right, looked left, then twisted to look behind. She looked to the right again. Frowned as she took one last drag.

A short beep from the car.

The blonde woman pressed the butt against the pole she had not leaned against, twisted her hand to look at the ashed end of the cigarette, then, using her thumb, she pushed the butt into the pocket of her jeans.

She pulled at the handle of her suitcase and wheeled it to the car.

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  2. All of them – the cigarette, the brunette, the blonde – long, straight and increasingly lined.

    Loved this line.

    jackets that weren’t tasselled or denim, but could have been

    And this one. Somehow it gave me an intense visual impression of these women. And for some reason, I thought I was reading about women before I even got to this line.

    the women glanced at their watches

    So you had lots of very good signals worked in there, all completely unobtrusively. Fantastic writing.

  3. Oooh, my fave was “the pole she had not leaned against”

    Lovely.

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