Thursday, August 4, 2011

The Earths Tectonic Plates Shift to the Famous Piano Teacher

Ida Cremchanskivich’s stomach rumbled. She was so deep in thought about her book that she had forgotten to eat, and now wasn’t even sure where she was. She was supposed to be eating the dinner from her Airplane, but her Lufthansa flight had been delayed. As she looked around, she remembered. Her stomach rumbled again.

She sat on the metal chairs (with little cushioning) of the airport, while looking at her watch, saying over and over again to herself, “why is my plane so late?” and trying to read her book. It was 3:00 a.m. Italy time and 10:00 p.m. New York time, where she lived. She now was stuck in the Fagvingiana airport in Sicily, Italy, waiting for an airplane to go back to Germany, where she would transfer planes to go back home. The flight had been delayed from a 1:30 flight to a 3:00 one, but was not here yet. Ida assumed it was never going to come.

She looked around the airport. She saw all these tired people, waiting, looking at there watches, playing games that they didn’t even like but needed to do something to pass the endless time. There were also all the restaurants, and shops, most of them closed. As she saw the familiar restaurants, she imagined herself sitting at a Central Park bench, eating a hotdog with sauerkraut and mustard from her favorite pushcart peddler, Benny.

Ah. She smiled at this wonderful thought.

She quickly looked back at her book. If it weren’t for the fact that she was enormously hungry, her eyes would be glued to the page.

Ida had read so many interesting books through out her life. And many of them she had loved so much that she read them in one day. But then, she felt like she had never read them, because she had read them so fast.

She was trying to savor this story. She was just at the best part, Mr. Bombompsky, an author who was writing a book, was having a “character meal” to describe his top character in his new book: the character was Lee Cot, a western cowboy. She was saving this part to read on the plane, so it wouldn’t be such a bore.

She held out her hands, like she was eating a hotdog, and took a bite. She pretended to chew, and smiled at the wonderful taste. She took a pretend napkin from her pocket and wiped her mouth.

She blinked, and noticed a women sitting next to her, staring. Ida smiled a fake smile. She just remembered what she was doing. She shook her head, and did a silent laugh.

Ida Cremchanskivich yawned and lied down on her book. She tried to fall asleep, but couldn’t, so her mind drifted off, dreaming about Lee Cot.

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