All Fairy Dust and Pixie Light. It’s a 6.

Sorry for the delay folks, we’ll fly everyone where they need to be at a later time, when weather conditions permit”, the words hanging suspended in the air like a smoking campfire as we disembarked the cancelled flight, implored patience but I was already feeling adrenalin’s first rush.

“Later time?!”, there was no later time – I had to get to Boston to meet Evan who, like a paramour ordering from a 5 star menu for his beloved, had made our travel arrangements and was waiting anxiously for me at Boston’s Logan Airport, a pair of British Airways tickets in hand; I had to get there before that flight took off.

It was pure energy and emotion, insistence and faith that carried me through various terminals at Dulles as I spoke with countless airport employees and supervisors telling and re-telling my story, why it was imperative I be in Boston by a certain time and no, I didn’t have my ticket to Logan, they’d collected it after they boarded, then disembarked us when the flight was cancelled, isn’t there someone who –

Many exhausted hours later, in a moment of sheer serendipity, there appeared a knight in shining armour in the personage of a pilot coming off his last run, his 5 o’clock shadow evidence of how long his day had been, he’d overheard my emotional plea to the latest unsympathetic, unimaginative airport personnel to hear my tale; without introduction he turned to me, “let me make a call”.

Returning 10 minutes later, my “knight” advised me, with more than a bit of urgency, “they’re holding the plane for you, you’ve got to run, now, to British Airways, Concourse B, hurry’; with indescribable gratitude beaming from my eyes, I ran.

A little before midnight, like Cinderella racing against time through the deserted terminal, I rounded the corner to Concourse B where, no less than 50 yards out, stood a very tall man behind the counter awash in a halo of light from a single fluorescent bulb overhead, outstretched hand holding a ticket; like Dicken’s ghost of Christmas Present, he turned and pointed to the open gate and the waiting plane beyond.

Editor’s Note: based on a true story in the days before cell phones 🙂

26 thoughts on “All Fairy Dust and Pixie Light. It’s a 6.

  1. UP December 12, 2020 / 6:32 pm

    VEry vivid. Iwas like Arlene and running along. Good six..

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  2. D. Avery @shiftnshake December 12, 2020 / 6:51 pm

    I remember those days, before cell phones. If you arranged to meet someone somewhere at some time, you did it. And when you couldn’t it got complicated.
    This was intense. Oof, airports.

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    • GirlieOnTheEdge December 12, 2020 / 9:15 pm

      Perfect word “complicated”. Wish I had the skill to convey just how intense that day was, lol. Flying to England in the middle of the night not knowing if my friend would be waiting at Heathrow when I got there.

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  3. Liz H December 12, 2020 / 6:52 pm

    Let’s hope the plane didn’t transform into a flying pumpkin when the clock struck.
    So vivid, I’m gasping for breath and my legs hurt! ❤ ❤

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  4. clark December 12, 2020 / 7:46 pm

    If there is a ‘natural’ real life environment for science fiction/fantasy stories, it’s got to be a late-night, deserted airline terminal.
    Darkened gift shops and buzzing neon, no wonder zombies head for the concourse! Lol

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  5. Jael Stevens December 12, 2020 / 9:40 pm

    BRAVO, BRAVO!!! This is my newest fave “6”–I totally LOVE it, especially because it’s based on fact. Bedelia needs to read and take in that sometimes fairy tales DO come True!! Marvelous story, Denise–yaaaayyy!!

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    • GirlieOnTheEdge December 12, 2020 / 10:09 pm

      Thank you, Jael!
      Yes! Tell Bedelia, imho, if you believe, if you insist, anything is possible 🙂

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      • Jael Stevens December 12, 2020 / 10:22 pm

        Haha 🙂 I guess we’ll keep the tension for awhile 🙂

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  6. dyannedillon December 12, 2020 / 11:41 pm

    But your luggage? Where did your luggage end up?! Fantastic story, Denise!

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    • GirlieOnTheEdge December 13, 2020 / 8:31 am

      Got it off the cancelled flight. 2 bags. Traveling light. It was a spontaneous road trip, driving wherever.. once we got there 😀

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  7. The Vintage Toy Advertiser December 13, 2020 / 3:32 pm

    Phew I was exhausted and running all the way with you and was so relieved when the plane was there! Airports can be such a cruel place, especially when trying to make connections, and in days before phones how did we do it and keep in touch with our connections the other end?
    You did well.
    A tense Six but with happy outcome + good choice of accompanying tuneage + kudos for a great title (fairies and pixies I love) + you added a bit of magic with refs to Dickens, Cinderella and Knights.

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    • GirlieOnTheEdge December 13, 2020 / 8:28 pm

      You and me both, V! So grateful my pilot worked his magic and got me on the last flight out. Worth the exertion 😀 Huge frustration the phone thing. Thanks. Hey, you know – when a Maiden song pops in your head, sometimes they’re meant for a story 😎 The rest.. well ’tis the season.

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      • The Vintage Toy Advertiser December 14, 2020 / 2:05 am

        Hey D, you’re right about Maiden, and apt as many of their songs are based on classic literature or films!
        The romantic in me sometimes pines for those days of a ‘phone free’ life when you had to rely on times for meeting people, or go to a telephone box, or go to the library or consult huge books for info – but hey, life is so much easier with phones so I wouldn’t swap now 🙂

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  8. Frank Hubeny December 13, 2020 / 5:10 pm

    I like how you described the running to the plane like Cinderella’s running after midnight both to beat the clock.

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  9. Chris Hall December 16, 2020 / 10:18 am

    I can certainly relate to that one, Denise. I still recall the angry faces as, panting, I boarded a flight that had been held for me. Also in that ‘ancient time’ before cell phones.

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    • GirlieOnTheEdge December 16, 2020 / 2:27 pm

      That’s an unpleasant memory! I don’t recall the passengers reactions when I boarded.. maybe better that way 😉
      Without doubt that day/evening for both of us would have gone SO differently if we’d had cell phones 😀

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