A small, 200 word drabble about Chase coming back from Australia following his father's funeral. Told by an airline stewardess…
His eyes were what first intrigued her. Not their shape, or hue, but the way they reflected the young man's very soul…
Her partner, Suzanne, had nudged her when he entered the plane. She had whispered how lucky she was when he handed her his ticket and she showed him his seat. Gorgeous she had said.
It was true, he was handsome… Blond hair, a thick Australian accent, blue green eyes the color of a languid pool of water in a Caribbean sunset. That's not what sprang to her mind however. What intrigued her was the flicker of emotion she had seen when their eyes had locked. An emotion she could not put her finger on.
Anguish, grief…she decided.
But why? Why was the man with those beautiful eyes holding so much pain inside?
He sits lonely by the window gazing out at the pure white snow, a single tear falling down his face. She watches as he brushes it away. Watches as he suffers in his own silence.
His briefcase reads Dr. R. Chase. Perhaps a clients death? No, she decided. Something inside told her that wasn't it… But what could it be?
She cries inside as he shuffles off the plane at the end of a lonely ride. Cries because she will never know his secret. She cries largely because she can't change things in this broken world. She watches as he blends slowly into the teeming masses of people that are trying, and those who are struggling, to live their lives in this ever changing world.
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