A Step Further
The following story is under the sole ownership and copyright of J.L. Scott. Unauthorized copying and/or use is actionable in a court of law.
To borrow a phrase: ER no mine, no permission, no money, no sue...please?
Author's Note: Again, sorry for the inaccuracy. I know next to nothing about Croatia. Please bare with me. For your reading purposes, I'm putting all conversations, even Croation, in English, so you don't miss anything.
"Is she alright?" Luka asked over his daughter's wailing.
"She'll be fine" Ria answered, trying to calm Ailleen down, "It's just the ear popping that hurts her" They were walking off the plane and into the busy terminal. Luka was affronted by the sense of "home" that confronted him. He even imagined the air smelt different, more familiar. Conversations in his native language filled his ears and swirled around him like clouds. He thought how odd it was to be back again, after so many years. He'd never forgotten his own language, of course, but he found that he had begun thinking in English, a surprise to himself.
"Doktor Kovac!" he heard his name yelled from somewhere. He glanced about, trying to pick out his caller in the throngs of people surrounding him.
"Luka, I need to feed her" Ria said quietly, aware that this was certainly not the best time nor place for such an activity.
"Doktor Kovac!" the call came again, and this time Luka spotted a shorter man with a sign that said "Kovac" on it, not too far away. He hearded Ria toward him.
"I'm Dr. Kovac" he said in Croatian, "And you are?"
"I'm Boris, sir, the driver. If you'll follow me, I will take you to the manor"
"He's the driver, he'll take us to the manor" Luka translated for Ria as they began following the man.
"The manor?" Ria asked. Ailleen had blessedly stopped crying, but she still looked angry.
"Dominic was well off" Luka answered. Thankfully the car they took had a divider so Ria was able to feed Ailleen, even as she stared out the windows as they passed through semi familiar streets. The nostolgic feeling that took over Luka reminded him of many things, more than one he wished he didn't have to remember. Soon enough, though, they pulled up to the house. It wasn't a "mansion" as Americans would think of it, but it was a large house and it suitablly impressed Ria. They stepped out of the car, and his brother's presence permeated Luka. He closed his eyes and his face was there.
"Dominic" he whispered to the air, and a light breeze brushed his face, a warm breeze despite the cold, a forgiving breeze.
The following story is under the sole ownership and copyright of J.L. Scott. Unauthorized copying and/or use is actionable in a court of law.
To borrow a phrase: ER no mine, no permission, no money, no sue...please?
Author's Note: Again, sorry for the inaccuracy. I know next to nothing about Croatia. Please bare with me. For your reading purposes, I'm putting all conversations, even Croation, in English, so you don't miss anything.
"Is she alright?" Luka asked over his daughter's wailing.
"She'll be fine" Ria answered, trying to calm Ailleen down, "It's just the ear popping that hurts her" They were walking off the plane and into the busy terminal. Luka was affronted by the sense of "home" that confronted him. He even imagined the air smelt different, more familiar. Conversations in his native language filled his ears and swirled around him like clouds. He thought how odd it was to be back again, after so many years. He'd never forgotten his own language, of course, but he found that he had begun thinking in English, a surprise to himself.
"Doktor Kovac!" he heard his name yelled from somewhere. He glanced about, trying to pick out his caller in the throngs of people surrounding him.
"Luka, I need to feed her" Ria said quietly, aware that this was certainly not the best time nor place for such an activity.
"Doktor Kovac!" the call came again, and this time Luka spotted a shorter man with a sign that said "Kovac" on it, not too far away. He hearded Ria toward him.
"I'm Dr. Kovac" he said in Croatian, "And you are?"
"I'm Boris, sir, the driver. If you'll follow me, I will take you to the manor"
"He's the driver, he'll take us to the manor" Luka translated for Ria as they began following the man.
"The manor?" Ria asked. Ailleen had blessedly stopped crying, but she still looked angry.
"Dominic was well off" Luka answered. Thankfully the car they took had a divider so Ria was able to feed Ailleen, even as she stared out the windows as they passed through semi familiar streets. The nostolgic feeling that took over Luka reminded him of many things, more than one he wished he didn't have to remember. Soon enough, though, they pulled up to the house. It wasn't a "mansion" as Americans would think of it, but it was a large house and it suitablly impressed Ria. They stepped out of the car, and his brother's presence permeated Luka. He closed his eyes and his face was there.
"Dominic" he whispered to the air, and a light breeze brushed his face, a warm breeze despite the cold, a forgiving breeze.