Thursday, 14 May 2009
In Transit (2)
The airport canteen is a constant bustle of people. Three men in suits and a lap top. Two pretty girls - one her hair a rich red, shade on her head, her skinny friend an innocent looking blonde. A power suit couple, both black and cleanly turned out, everything about them says ambitious. There is a big polystyrene box, taped shut - black marker arrows and the words “THIS WAY UP”. Owned by two men with plastic leather document folders. One has a purpled facial birth mark, sits and reads a booklet while his partner goes wandering.
In Transit (1)
Japanese woman looks like she could be a model. Red coat, with a hint of a mini skirt beneath that, knee high black boots, and black tights between those and skirt line. Her hair is up, in a tight, precise bun. Her case is large, pink, and flowery. He is of a similar height to her. With the body of a weight lifter, face of a boxer, or perhaps a rugby player? He’d have a certain raw handsomeness if his face wasn’t so flushed, his eyes bruised. He looks to built up for a boxer, but the face suggests otherwise. They check into a flight to Rome together.
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