My first attempt at writing ELit, based on a memory from a decade ago. After some urging from a friend, I finally decided to cave and post it. I hope you all enjoy it as much as I did!
The sign pointed to baggage claim, but it failed to mention what else he knew he’d find there. What felt like a lifetime of waiting, and he finally was just moments away. . Maybe it was the crowd of people surging out behind him, maybe it was the anticipation of what came next. Whichever it was, it drove him forward, both giddy and nervous with excitement. His steps quickened to match a pulse unchecked, and the convenience of escalators and moving walkways almost seemed like traps designed to slowly steal away precious moments.
The horde of people swarmed around him, blundering about in their own way, unaware of a need so primal that the boy didn’t understand it himself. Love? Lust? He couldn’t even ask the questions, all he could do was move forward. Forward, down, around and around, navigating a maze that felt more like a punishment than it was public transit. He took the final stairs, and found himself right where he was meant to be.