One Way Ticket
The crispy gold, yellow and orange leaves crunch under their feet as the two of them walk down the long sidewalk of the cemetery back to the limousine that they had come to the funeral in. She couldn’t be more than nineteen and he was only four. It was only the two of them now. She would take care of him like she had promised her parents.
They were not the last to leave the cemetery but she would not sit there and watch a bunch of people that didn’t deserve to cry over her parents’ death doing just that. As they entered the limousine their aunt called out for them to wait, she ignored and they started to pull away. Nobody could possibly know what she was feeling right now, and it wasn’t even herself that she felt sorry for, it was him. What if she wasn’t making the right choice? What if it is worse to take him away from this?
Their bags were already in the trunk so they didn’t need to go back to the house condemned with memories. She had not told a soul where they were going, or that they were going anywhere for that matter. She didn’t want any of them to be able to find her. They would try to take him away if they knew.
As the car pulled up to their destination her stomach churned. They got out of the car and walked through the glass doors of the airport. Stopping at a bench to set the small bag that she carried to get the passports she felt him tug on her hand that she had been holding his in tightly.
“Where are we going?” he asked his voice so innocent.
“Away love, just away.”
She picked him up and as she briskly walked them to the gate he fell asleep on her shoulder. He was the love of her life and she would take him away from this place. Still dressed in their funeral clothes they boarded the plane, never to return.
The crispy gold, yellow and orange leaves crunch under their feet as the two of them walk down the long sidewalk of the cemetery back to the limousine that they had come to the funeral in. She couldn’t be more than nineteen and he was only four. It was only the two of them now. She would take care of him like she had promised her parents.
They were not the last to leave the cemetery but she would not sit there and watch a bunch of people that didn’t deserve to cry over her parents’ death doing just that. As they entered the limousine their aunt called out for them to wait, she ignored and they started to pull away. Nobody could possibly know what she was feeling right now, and it wasn’t even herself that she felt sorry for, it was him. What if she wasn’t making the right choice? What if it is worse to take him away from this?
Their bags were already in the trunk so they didn’t need to go back to the house condemned with memories. She had not told a soul where they were going, or that they were going anywhere for that matter. She didn’t want any of them to be able to find her. They would try to take him away if they knew.
As the car pulled up to their destination her stomach churned. They got out of the car and walked through the glass doors of the airport. Stopping at a bench to set the small bag that she carried to get the passports she felt him tug on her hand that she had been holding his in tightly.
“Where are we going?” he asked his voice so innocent.
“Away love, just away.”
She picked him up and as she briskly walked them to the gate he fell asleep on her shoulder. He was the love of her life and she would take him away from this place. Still dressed in their funeral clothes they boarded the plane, never to return.
