The Magic of a Child Hide-And-Seek – Fatal at the Airport – Her Mother Does Not Reappear

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While every effort is made by the principal author to create short, self-sustained chapters, uniqueWhile every effort is made by the principal author to create short, self-sustained chapters, unique

scenarios, and a self-sustained story, in some cases particular terms or words may lose their meaningscenarios, and a self-sustained story, in some cases particular terms or words may lose their meaning

imbued in a metaphysical context in tandem with related articles.imbued in a metaphysical context in tandem with related articles.

June 1996 evanescent and emergent from homeJune 1996 evanescent and emergent from home

A home coming opening allure of the entrance, which brings me from anticipating,

into a moment of gauging Martine's teasing temperament from a four season breeze.

Emergent in a door swing, which called me to squint to catch a manner of speaking.


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Her figure slips by a crystal mosaic partition, of the interleading door lea!es "folded

back to the casing. #n a $return her figure mo!es up in pro%imity behind me, and on

mingling with my laptop table. At an angle across facing me, a serious open sluice of

mind poured out her thoughts, saying, ha!e failed.

Martine's words a tube clearance to tra!el into her most recent bubbled uni!erse. #

arri!ed with a !irtual eyesight settling in a corner of the ceiling and watched the little

office. E!ol!ed in a right angle doorway light, a few hesitant steps. Martine appeared

and by a reluctant pace clearing the way to close the door behind. (he gazed in

diagonal across the old effaced desk squared by the angle of rear walls literature busy.

(ubliminal, she introduced me to a stern grandfather figure with a precarious gentle

welcoming smile seated in front of a tall window filtering a late morning daylight.

)imid, such as eyes adapting to light, focused on affluent gray haired father figures.

Martine's symbiotic *emini in the forefront faces the staunch old wise professor, taming

flirtatious students to task. Motorizing a harsh cold storage reality into an orphanede%perience. E!er since that third day after her father's death, the se!enth year old child

in her, resuscitated in a fairyland, alimenting her performance in the limelight. #n a

populated classroom she finds her audience. #n a fanciful youth ambiance arousing

blustery winds knocking thought balloons of subliminal and dynamics brainwa!es.

)he professor questioned and anticipated answers. )hese not forthcoming. #n gradual

stages, his flirtatious shield lowered resistance, attempting a friendship connection.

(quared up to a blocknote, his eyes shifting back and forth a subliminal mind opening

sluice, saying to Martine, &+ou ha!e to gi!e me something

)oo late, she might as well ha!e answered consciously.

#rrespecti!e of the professor's insistence, his eyes lowered thoughtful from a desk pad

offside. -esting a ball point pen on an open folder, the heel of his right hand on a

bare spot of the desk. educing from notes. /aiting, alternating eye fi%ations. He went

on reading and accelerating aleatory questions down a listing.

(ubliminal pilfering minds 0 fragile as crystal. A cerebral hand in retrie!e, fallen to

shatter on the floor. A cerebral blank, lying scatters in small pieces through her

e%istential uni!erse 0 annihilated like a popped balloon, as if Martine says1 )oo late

professor. # need my therapeutic stage to choreograph my purpose to e%ist together

again

)he professor countered, thinking, # know you can do it. He went on thoughtful, by

a protecti!e fatherly !oice repeating the words that flow from mind. Aware the woman

in front of him knew her topic. He grew insistent, for a genuine wish Martine to


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succeed. 2lind to her chocked feelings, allowing e%tra time, going on saying, &+ou are

not gi!ing me anything.

*i!e me lea!e, in silence Martine pleaded imagining her comeback, reckoning on an

emoti!e metamorphosis of the swallowing character. #nstead, Martine heard in !ain the

!oice repeat, 'll ha!e to fail you.

A quality of the four seasonsA quality of the four seasons

Martine is to the mind that storefront reflection shadowing an isolated serious figure

in a bright desert street sunlight. Against a display window in a cast shade, fashioned

coquetry her lifestyle. (tudying in an all out effort to succeed her (la!ic year. )hen,

she returns home ousted in style the enigma resonant manner of an e%amination failure.

(tanding by my side boosting her sprightly 3ingling life forth 0.

(o unpredictable is Martine when she spurs an e%it from the apartment. )hat better

let her alone in the spirit of her symbiotic and dominant )iger and *emini. 4r, in

unison, erotic in a solitary, encounter in a breeze their cerebral intrigued. And,

flirtatious she'll buy my silence, and close my eyes, toward her accomplishment.

4n Martine's returns from an outing, she !irtually surges from the entrance, and

heard her alarming !oice pronounce, &5oland... 5reoccupied by the screen of my

laptop, let fade away an underlying burden resonate through her !ocal cords. -eturning

concentrating on my laptop screen, in a manner of saying1 uring two years of restoring

the townhouse, # ha!e put up, all too often with the witty illegal workers. A

con!ersation on their sub3ect can wait.

6o, Martine replies in a silence urging breaking off my concentration from my work.

ithering in pro%imity, # urged Martine, in a manner of preoccupation, saying1 *i!e

me a moment to finish what # ha!e in mind, and #'ll be right there with you.

)aming Martine's habitual inciting mill of words, good when e!oked in the function

of a teacher. 5arado%ical and burdened, her phrase fading away in the back of my

mind. # waited, refrained from saying1 7or the umpteenth time, do you ha!e to repeat

yourself8 (tressing at such moments, sporadic cerebral unknitting, questioning herlooming meanings, in attempts to regain rele!ance of what she says wea!ing that

imaginary tapestry.

#n her silent relapse, so unlike Martine, in the habit of inciting con!ersations, she

utters a few targeted words, saying 'm going hiking.

At the sound of Martine' strained timber of !oice, urging me to abandoned my


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attention from the laptop screen. # glanced o!er my shoulder in a manner saying, Are

you trying to fool me, and uttered in a questioning tone of !oice, &/hat makes you

want mountaineering8 )o my remark that sound out the terrain, she kept an

intriguing silence and baffling eyes. My wits on a childhood alert, as children lea!ing

town to spend our school !acation in a dense rain forest, she could ha!e said, #'m

going into the African 3ungle. # imagined the little woman alone on a trail through

dense woods on an e%hausti!e mountain climb. #n an underlying mocking tone asking

the city girl1 #s that where you are going, # said, n a country lost at the end of the

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&+ou 0 )he mountains, # seemed to be asking o!er and again8

&+es, Martine answered in an unasserti!e whining down tone of !oice.

5oised, fi%ing me with her perple%ed eyes, as my mind flashed her as we strolled off

season along the 4stend beach. #n the spirit of a )iger, Martine sheds her clothes,prepared, in a transparent swimsuit di!ed, and rolled in icy surfs. # e%claimed, &+ou of

all 0 +ou who endlessly claim to be cra!ing for the sea

)he !oid in Martine's little whistling tone of !oice, forcing empty breathless words

breaking her silence, saying, '!e always wanted to go to 5oland. *i!en reason to

belie!e. )hough, # am aware that e!erything she says, and it's contrary, with patience,

she'll gi!e herself away.

Perception in the airport departure terminalPerception in the airport departure terminal

Historic allocated to farmers, the freedom of children to har!est spring sown crop in

summer. )hese frustrating and stressful, ill adapted !acations in our modern society. #

grew to share with Martine o!er the years, those twomonth school year breaks by

Ale%andre, the twel!e year old boy, on a different rhythm than (ibylle at cr9che,

engrossed nightmares.

Early (aturday morning, with halfcentury 3ump back mood of ethereal city acti!ity, #

dro!e the Audi up and along a spiraling concrete ramp. #n the midst of an allusi!e

sandwich slab and lower beams, we pulled up by a column. )he doors opened, and in

a mo!ement stepped out. Martine distant, sets a leading mode the way out the parking.

As we emerged in sunlight, in sight growing conscious of a personifying o!er the age

backwrap African child the differed backpacks weights. Her boy by the straps lags a

few strides behind, and off course, sulking a disguised male in his mother.

At arm'slength # watched my toddling girl keeping up across a dri!eway cleft of the

2russels #nternational Airport buildings, eyes bewildered approaching the reflecti!e

parking decks in the purple sky growing perpetual the glass wall of the departure


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terminal.

#n the wings the glaze slides, clearing the airlock doors in a sequence. Martine halts

in her steps to a baffling city drain of people, looming a tenday time laps before the

return to class for a new schoolyear. Hesitant eyes peering. :e!elheaded she scrutinizes

across a concourse forefront in a flurry. -eckoning with the distant translucent bright

colored fascia affi%ing a series of air carrier logos.

As Martine mo!es on, # picked up my little girl from a legs'eye !iew to be seated on

my arm. # watched her, curiosity taken in by a panoramic !iew, skimming in disbelie!e

the crowds. #n that moment, Martine's disappeared in the swarm. )here # sought,

caught her flit. 7rom a distance, # followed her wea!e, taking greater distance.

Emergent, in a clearing at rows of organized queues, Ale%andre poised in retrie!e.

/atching his mother at the tail of a checkin counter, unstrap her shoulders and lay

her backpack down on the floor.

4bser!ant in retrie!e. (tanding by. Absorbing cute and strange. 7ormulating a 5uss in

2oots caricature of Martine's little feet in !irile hea!y mountaineering boots. )hick white

rolled socks o!er the ankles, she dithers in a loose swelling lumber 3acket, the waist

tucked in blue ;eans.

(weeping sight in a round about, and beyond a !irtual transparent son. Martine

locates the emergent slender boy from the crowds keeping in the !icinity distant. (he

might as well ha!e locked eyesight on :orenzo's mother, by the responsibility that

Ale%andre's classmate represented. (truck to get ready, her eyes fall and crouched down

paces behind the ad!ancing queue. 5anicky, e!incing hands and eyes deep in thebackpack she searches for the entrusted passports.

Hellene, a (agittarius mother's leery regard, coerced at entrusting her only boy, hangs

by a hair with Martine's promise. Martine squints repetiti!e eye counts1 4ne, two. :ike

a call, seeking boys' allegiance to her commitment. )he boys gradually entered in

accord the distorted line of people. :eft Hellene's figure in retrie!e, a hopeless look

fi%ing her boy, such as remarks best not said to Martine, assimilating the chaos of an

ad!ancing line hurting the checkin counter. )here, her boy's short figure stretched on

the ball of the foot. He peers o!er the counter, and swings a hand in a broad circle

presenting a green passport with the flight ticket of a white tongue to the attendant.

Martine checked in. (he turns away from the counter, and e!anescent mingles in a

shuffling swarming crowd. Ahead, alone, a sharpangled platonic guard, the pillars shy

of a structural concrete delimitation, sluiced from the throng a thinning out of people

and by the guide along a rear blank wall streaming off to the right.


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/alking in the midst of a streaming crowd, carrying my little angel, pursuing a

clearing middle course toward the wings. # found myself in the wake of Martine quite

halfdozen strides ahead.

)here, in a distincti!e effaced fight, Ale%andre dragged in his strides. At e!ery few

paces he throws an ongoing insecure glances o!er his shoulder.


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cubicle. (uch as a flimsy returned bardingpass in an apparent co!er, distincti!e each in

turn wrap the corner for the gap and !anishing in shady reflections. /ary eyes in an

accruing concern, she focuses on her mother stepping away through the row of

symmetric arranged glass sheets.

/e retrie!ed and at the tail of queuing people, directi!e and instincti!e # mo!ed

across the rear. 5eering through the series of ad3acent !acant control cubicles, timing

Martine's pace, to catch a last glance of either ad!enturous characters. # dragged my

little girl's perple%ed look along. umbfound wide eyes ceased on the spot for an

ephemeral fanciful apparition, at loss, her mother lasting out.

At a thought # grew to doubt, imagining the e%tent of the international hall.

Approaching the end with pilots going to their post through a dedicated glazed

transparent corridor. )hey stepped through a pair of single leaf and successi!e wing

opening doors, the narrow break tra!ersed by security staff. )here flashed Martine in a

crystal labyrinth. As her eyes let belie!e in pursuit of the boys, without heeding areassuring theatrical hand wa!e, laughing off the surprise by a glance at her daughter,

and blowing kisses. (moky, her genie retired in the blue edge of the !ertiginous plate

glass. )he shadow of her figure in an instant blurred to doubt in the translucent

partition run the distortion of her identity with other passengers.

(elfcentered, and my little girl hanging on my shoulders with a mild counteracting

force. # turned away from the encla!e of gateways to foreign territories, sweeping by

sight the circling throng. 5eople in swirls by the planted offside massi!e column. # lost

the senses of my torso by a surprise.


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"ision is a passengerscientific tool of t e mind, w ic as kept me intrigued

since infancy, o!er alf a century in due course, wit date stamps and records,

compelled by psyc oanalytic odysseys reser!ed for e%ploration by t e deepest

alls of my mind.

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