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Autor: anton • December 20, 2010 • 901 Words (4 Pages) • 1,017 Views
Rain fell that day, a fine whispering rain. Many years later, I had only to close my eyes and I could still hear it like tiny fingers tapping on a windowpane.
September eleventh was an unusual morning at the La Guardia International Airport, a peculiar one indeed. Hundreds of flights delayed, and thousands of people crammed themselves into the airport that dreary morning, with lines winding across the lobby, thousands patiently waiting to clear security. Gazing outside my office window, I saw him.
The rain cast a kind of pallor over the day, and this stranger was little more than just a stolid figure. Only his face gleamed white as he loitered suspiciously in the lobby. His hair clung to his wet forehead, he was drenched in water, but he ignored it. He stood there motionless, one arm crossed over his chest as if that might at least warm him a little, and the next, clutched on to a black backpack. And he kept on staring at this back pack, with a cunning look welded on to his face.
Do not jump to conclusions Corbin, stop being so suspicious, I thought. I could not help it though, I stood there, my heart thudding, curious of what could possibly have been in this bag, and I went on gazing at the stranger as if his stillness had infected me. Suddenly, he looked up, and it felt as if he were looking straight into my eyes. I shot from behind my desk so fast that the tons of paperwork needed to be done that day had flew to the floor, and I ran barefoot out into the corridor and into ASP Smith's office.
"Sir, there is a suspicious man standing in the lobby."
He raised his head and looked at me with the usual absent expression he wore when I interrupted his reading.
"Someone suspicious, in the lobby? Are you sure?"
"Yes. He is staring at my office."
He did not believe me, but he came anyway.
"He is just standing there!" I whispered, leading my boss to the lobby, but the stranger had vanished, leaving behind his backpack. Amongst the hustle and bustle in the airport, I only made eye contact with the abandoned backpack. Apparently I was not the only person whom suspicion won over. It seemed as if the airport stood still, all attention focused on the abandoned backpack. I could no longer hear the constant beeping of the metal detectors, the call of passengers to their respected terminals came to a halt and the roaring of jets froze for the time being. Fog slowly crept upon the domed glass rooftop and all ticket agents had ceased their actions. The room grew cool and the look of curiosity grew on the faces of many passengers. The rain pounded harder and grey clouds enveloped the sky. All side conversations came to a halt and the once long and winding lines distorted into a circle, surrounding this abandoned backpack.
Tons of luggage were scattered on the floor unattended as the crowd grew quickly, curious of the contents of the black backpack. The few seats in sight were occupied by four elderly, Chinese