The ISLAND - chapter 4
The young guys finally went to sleep, for the pleasure of everyone... There was only the slight roar of the reactors of the plane. I shut the light above my seat and my eyes closed...
... I was suddenly shaken by the shoulder by a petite air hostess. She had bulging breasts that seemed ready to make the buttons of her shirt explode. Her dark eyes were one of a fox and she had a quirk smile ("I know what you are looking at", she seemed to think). So, I woke up. Our plane was going down.
Finally, with a few shocks (more scary than usual because we didn't see outside and couldn't anticipate), we landed.
The dark portholes suddenly opened and we could see outside through the thick glasses. A few hundred yards away, there was a savage beach and rolling waves.
When we went out of the plane, I smelled the salty air of the sea. There was a hot wind and shrieking seagulls.
Our vision of the outside of the airport was short. We were conducted in a tunnel. Attendants gave us back our luggages. I was with the "low cost" crowd, a few dozens of people. Our I.D. were checked again and we were separated in small groups in waiting rooms.
I was nervous. I could have spent my time watching a movie on the individual screen in front of me but I didn't find the strength to do that.. I was constantly looking around, watching the faces of the other Clients of the Island.
I was called. I found myself in a room where there was a woman that looked like a medic. She had an assistant.
And a guy with a classy costume and a red tie shook my hand. He said a few polite things. There were machines around us, a strange big metal and horizontal tube in a corner. There was a hum in the air and a smell of metal... and another strange smell that I couldn't recognize, something disturbing. A smell of smoke? A silly thought popped in my mind: "The smell of cooking?".
The young guys finally went to sleep, for the pleasure of everyone... There was only the slight roar of the reactors of the plane. I shut the light above my seat and my eyes closed...
... I was suddenly shaken by the shoulder by a petite air hostess. She had bulging breasts that seemed ready to make the buttons of her shirt explode. Her dark eyes were one of a fox and she had a quirk smile ("I know what you are looking at", she seemed to think). So, I woke up. Our plane was going down.
Finally, with a few shocks (more scary than usual because we didn't see outside and couldn't anticipate), we landed.
The dark portholes suddenly opened and we could see outside through the thick glasses. A few hundred yards away, there was a savage beach and rolling waves.
When we went out of the plane, I smelled the salty air of the sea. There was a hot wind and shrieking seagulls.
Our vision of the outside of the airport was short. We were conducted in a tunnel. Attendants gave us back our luggages. I was with the "low cost" crowd, a few dozens of people. Our I.D. were checked again and we were separated in small groups in waiting rooms.
I was nervous. I could have spent my time watching a movie on the individual screen in front of me but I didn't find the strength to do that.. I was constantly looking around, watching the faces of the other Clients of the Island.
I was called. I found myself in a room where there was a woman that looked like a medic. She had an assistant.
And a guy with a classy costume and a red tie shook my hand. He said a few polite things. There were machines around us, a strange big metal and horizontal tube in a corner. There was a hum in the air and a smell of metal... and another strange smell that I couldn't recognize, something disturbing. A smell of smoke? A silly thought popped in my mind: "The smell of cooking?".