Monday, November 21, 2011

From idea to story

When the Icelandic volcano erupted and interrupted the air traffic in Europe, there were stories of extraordinary length travellers took to reach their destination. I've kept this plot idea and drafted a NB last week. Happy reading! It's unbeta'd.

Volcanic Eruption - NC-17, Modern, NB

“What do you mean by we can’t take off?” Darcy raised his voice. He was fed up with the delay. He had been stuck in the airport in Athens for two days. He needed to be back in London as soon as possible. But not just his jet was grounded, other commercial airlines were standing still as well. And there were thousands of people in the terminal.

“It’s the volcanic ash from Iceland. The air safety authority expects it will last for another four to five days.” The pilot explained.

“Bloody hell!” Darcy swore. He would miss an important meeting if he was stuck here for four days. “What other alternatives are there?”

“Some people are hiring cars.”

“Drive back to London? From Athens? Are they crazy?”

The pilot kept silent. He had never seen his employer, nicknamed Iceman Darcy, losing cool like this. Darcy got onto the phone and talked to his assistant immediately. After nearly half an hour on the phone with Mrs. Reynolds, he swore again. “All the rental cars are fully booked. She couldn’t even get me help from the Ministry of Justice.”

“Perhaps, Sir, you can try the taxi rank,” the air hostess suggested. “I saw some people paid enough to have the taxi drivers take them all the way to northern Europe.”

This was crazy, Darcy thought. But with a curt nod, he grabbed his hand luggage and went outside. There were angry people everywhere and the taxis were driving off like hot cakes. The cars were gone in a flash, fully packed. He saw a few of them with six people in them. It seemed most of the drivers try to get as much money from as many people as possible.

Darcy would pay a fortune, just to be alone. He didn’t want to share the hundred miles of journey in polite chitchat with four strangers.

When he managed to find a roadworthy-looking and clean taxi, he opened the door to talk to the driver. He was surprised that she was a young girl. “I want to get to London, as soon as possible,” he said slowly in English. Several people were already crowding him and offering huge sum of money to the young driver. “And I want the taxi all for myself. I’m willing to pay four times the money.”

The young girl looked at him and the other protesting travelers with glittering eyes. “Show me the money. And I need the return fare too.” She replied in perfect English, not a trace of Greek accent. How strange! An English rose driving a taxi in Greece?

Darcy normally didn’t have so much money with him. Luckily Mrs. Reynolds reminded him to take cash out before he left the hotel early this morning, in case of emergency amid the air traffic chaos. He flashed his wallet, pulled out 500 euro notes and gave them to her, as down payment.

She whistled with a smile. “Hop in.”

“Hey love, I need to get to Rome so I’m on the same way. I’d pay you 500 too.” Another tourist with sweaty hair and many pieces of luggage yelled and tried to get into the taxi behind Darcy.

“Sorry, less people, less weight and less fuel,” she said.

With less than gentlemanlike manner, Darcy elbowed the man accidentally and closed the door with a slam, as the taxi sped away.

“We will take the ferry to Italy.” The driver said, after a short while.

“The fastest way is fine by me.”

She looked into the rear mirror at Darcy and shrugged. Then she switched on the music. Michael Buble.

“Aren’t you Greek?” He asked bluntly. “Have you really got the licence to drive the taxi?” After the words left his mouth, he saw the photograph display on the dashboard. It was definitely not her. It was the image of an elderly woman. “I hope you didn’t steal the taxi from the elderly Greek lady.”

She glared at him. “It belongs to my grandma. Not that it is any of your business, Judge Darcy.”
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  1. I linked over to read the rest and then had trouble finding my way back! You really have the greatest imagination. You continue to envision new ways for the two of them to meet!

  2. Thanks Helen for reading. Hmm, my linkage at the end of the story was to another blog. That's why.


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