calling by parenthesized

26 Apr

“Calling Amy Jameson. Please report to the Customer Information Center on the first floor.  Calling Amy Jameson.”

Abigail glared at the intercom on the ceiling.  What was the point of going to the Customer Information Center if you were just going to be told that all flights were cancelled?  She certainly understood why Amy Jameson had not bothered.  She would have ignored the damn thing too.  If only she could drown out that pleasant, calm midAtlantic female voice, she would give up the rest of her summer in Europe.

She sighed.  The airline officials had told her she would on a plane in a few hours.  Unfortunately, she had been delivered that message repeatedly for the past two days.  She was tired of brushing her teeth in airport bathrooms and being at the mercy of the blue-suited airline representative who talked in what Abigail was sure was a faux-French accent.

“Calling Amy Jameson. Please report to the Customer Information Center on the first floor.  Calling Amy Jameson.”

She pressed her hand against the restroom door, but it would barely move.  Great, she thought, now they are depriving me of bathrooms too.  Grumbling she set her shoulder against the door.  The door slid open partially.

That was when she saw the body on the ground.

The woman’s hair was spread in a circle around her.  There was some blood on her face, but Abigail could not see where it came from.  She checked for a pulse.  It was there, but erratic and slow.

“Help!  Help!  Someone’s collapsed in the bathroom!”

A woman rushed toward her.  “What did you say, honey?  Where is she?”

“She’s right in the doorway.  Bleeding.  I don’t know where.”

The woman bent down as Abigail frantically spoke.  “It’s okay.  I’ll take care of her.  Now, go over to those emergency phones and call some airport people here.  God knows, they aren’t doing much.”

After Abigail left, Paula turned back to the girl and started checking her vitals.  She stirred and started moaning in pain.  “Hi, honey.  It’s okay.  You’re going to be okay.”

The girl did not open her eyes, but Paula was not worried.  They always managed to pull through, at least when she was there.

***

We previously met Amy in the dress.  Paula appeared in knowing life.

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3 Responses to “calling by parenthesized”

  1. jmforceton April 26, 2010 at 3:30 am #

    The girl did not open her eyes, but Paula was not worried. They always managed to pull through, at least when she was there

    I would be amazing to be able to feel this way and have it be true.

  2. ingridfnl April 26, 2010 at 8:46 pm #

    The reconnection with your previous stories is really beautiful. This read very authentically. Great story.

  3. juleshg April 26, 2010 at 9:02 pm #

    What a great story. I am intrigued. I hope you get a chance to come back to it sometime over the next few weeks.

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