Creative Non-Fiction Short Stories. :) Travel, Oldsters, Love, and Compassion.
The boy and his little sister rush ahead. They hide at the end of the moving sidewalk, waiting for their father. Mom is already waiting nearby. She isn’t happy that Dad is trailing so far behind, so she greets him with a glance and an eye roll. This has Dad’s attention. So when his kids jump out, growling and roaring, he doesn’t even feign fear. Instead, the brother and sister growl at each other and play, commiserating over what a great joke it might have been.
Mom starts toward the gate, and the little sister hustles to join her. Her brother waits for Dad. The boy wears a red backpack with cars and checkered flags, and gets saddled tugging his little sister’s pink and purple rolling suitcase. He’s hungry.
“I know I said we would, but there’s no McDonalds,” Dad is already tired.
“There’s not a McDonalds in all of Chicago?”
“No, just, not in this concourse.”
The boy pauses, nods, “What a CON-course.” He laughs to himself as his exhausted father blinks, adjusts the two suitcases he will pull along, gazes ahead at his wife and daughter. Only then does he notice the joke. He looks down to his son with a wink. This is all it takes. The boy is relieved, revived, ready to follow.
-O’Hare Airport, Chicago, Illinois.