Since I was on the road all day yesterday there wasn’t a bit of writing–other than my blog post, naturally, but in many ways I don’t count that. However, that doesn’t mean I wasn’t ready for this morning . . .
First off, Chapter Nineteen has begun. We’re onto the point after Yule and, if you look at the image below, you’ll see we’re even into another year: 2103.
Besides being the title of a song and album, “Goodnight Vienna” is Liverpool slang for “It’s all over,” and that pretty much sets the tone for this chapter: the holiday is finished and students are on their bounce back to America. It could also means more, but for me to say so . . . naw, I don’t play that way. But I do like to pick up action somewhere on the worlds stage–maybe like in the namesake of the scene title?
(All excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Two: B For Bewitching, copyright 2015 by Cassidy Frazee)
Annie walked through Level 3 of the Vienna International Airport appearing as if she knew exactly where she was going—which, in fact, she did. After leaving her parents at The Foundation Jaunt Lounge, the concierge gave the message left for her almost an hour earlier, and those directions were the reason she was absolutely certain of her destination.
The lights were on in Level Three. The sun had set two hours before and full darkness was nearly upon the city of Vienna, though outside of the terminal windows the glow of the distant city were bright against the cloudy sky. Annie loved Vienna, and while there were other cities that stirred her teenage sensibilities more, there was an energetic charm that undeniable. One day I have to come here with Kerry and show him around . . .
She neared Gate G9 and saw the end of her journey nearing: the Vienna Tea and Coffee House cafe, situated in the middle of the level. Their selection of beverages and snacks wasn’t her reason for coming to this spot: the person waving at her from his table was. Annie headed directly for the table and took the seat being offered. “Hello, my love.”
In case anyone is interested–or not, ’cause I’m gonna tell you anyway–those three paragraphs came about from about forty minutes of looking about and trying to get things to load on a crazy wireless connection. First off, I needed a map of the airport terminals at Vienna International, and wouldn’t you know they’d have a pdf of said layout? But of course, because that’s how the world runs today.
On the map I see that Level 3 has areas for people to rest and eat. So I do a few more searched and I find an ifly.com listing for that level at the airport, and that’s when I discover that right by Gate G9 is the Vienna Tea and Coffee House. The Vienna Airport site indicated that passengers were the only ones who access the G Gates on Level 3, but we know better than that: if my kids and jaunt in and out of international airports around the world, they can also access any public spot in said airports. If nothing else they’d just turn invisible and thumb their noses at airport security as they walked past the checkpoints.
And because a few Google searches are all that’s needed these days to find out just about anything you like, you know there are pictures of this location online–
Now, where the guy in the orange shirt is sitting in the picture: that’s where Kerry sat waiting for Annie. He could have been sitting in the back where there’s a couple of easy chairs in front of a fire, but he wanted to people watch–and it’s also easier to see his soul mate coming . . .
“Hello, Darling Sweetie.” Kerry pushed in her chair and retook his own. “I see you got my message.”
“I wouldn’t be here otherwise.” She took the cup offered and waited for Kerry to pour the water over her tea. “I see you came prepared.”
“I knew it was only a matter of time before you arrived.”
She set the cup aside to let the tea seep. “So you’ve been here an hour?”
“About that.” He shrugged. “I emailed Ms. Rutherford this morning and told her I needed to get out of Cardiff, so if she could come for me about an hour early I’d appreciate it greatly.”
Annie immediately imagined more trouble at his home. “Was your mother causing trouble for you again?”
“Naw, nothing like that. It’s just since cooking for New Year’s Day, all we’ve been having is take away or leftover take away, and I wasn’t about to sit through a quick nuking of last night’s Chicken Tikka Masala again.” He shook his head. “She showed up an hour early and told my folks my flight had been moved up, and we have to leave like now—”
Annie chuckled because she could imagine his parents turning somewhat panicky at the prospect of their son missing his international flight. “Did you at least get a hug when you left?”
Kerry raised an eyebrow. “What do you think?”
“Got a goodbye and see you in a few months and that was it.” He ran his finger around the rim of his tea cup. “Not that I was expecting anything else.”
You can bet that Annie had a light dinner with her family–who are an hour ahead of Vienna–before heading off to the airport, and she probably received a few hugs and maybe a kiss or two before leaving. Kerry, it appears, was getting lots of leftovers, and he’d had enough of that crap that he begged out early with the help of his case worker. Two years ago he probably wouldn’t have given a shit: now he’s different, and being on his own and eating what he likes are his thing these days. Oh, and the lack of affection thing? Looks like someone’s got that covered, too–
She reached over and gently rubbed his hand. “Well, until you do return to Cardiff, you’ll get all the hugs you need.”
He smiled as he started at the table surface. “I’m gonna need a lot.”
“That won’t be a problem.”
“And kisses, too.”
She began grinning. “That can be arranged as well. Because—”
He looked up. “Yes?”
“I require all that as well.”
A tight smile formed upon Kerry’s face as he rocked his head back and forth. “Good thing we’re heading home”
“It’s good indeed.” She leaned over and planted a light kiss on his cheek. “I love you, Kerry.”
He returned the kiss. “I az te obicham, Annie.” Kerry took a slow sip of his tea before setting his cup down in a hurry. “Oh, I forgot—” He rummaged about in his backpack for a few seconds before removing a small, gift wrapped package. “Happy Christmas, Darling.”
What’s this–presents? It would seem that way. I’ll have more on that tomorrow after I write the rest of the scene.
It won’t be long before my kids are home . . .