Day Six: Travelling
It was supposed to be Carpe Diem but the bunnies had other ideas. Also, I'm sorry, I am so so sorry.
She stood silently in the early morning on a piece of concrete that seemed to go on forever.
Her presence was requested. Why her, she didn't know.
A safe distance away she watched five men pull a box from a plane.
Her entire life had been dedicated to unfeeling, stoic, never let them see you sweat attitude.
It wouldn't stop now.
The men carried the box towards her, with the one in the lead the only to approach her.
"Miss Helga Pataki?"
"Yes,"
"Sign please?"
Her signature went on the board and a large envelope was given to her.
"We're very sorry for your loss."
She didn't move.
Only when the men left did she dare look at the nondescript box in front of her.
Damn Peace Corps.
Motioning behind her, four men appeared with a push cart to take the box and deliver it to Hillwood.
She approached the box only after it'd been placed on the cart. Her hand touched the wood, lightly running over the surface.
"Welcome home, Football head," she said softly.
Hillwood's chosen son had finally come home.