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Monday, 17 April 2017

Whiteout Blackmail (NYC Midnight Short Story Competition entry)

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Ryan Garrett eyed the sky as the bus pulled off the highway and into the airport parking lot. It had been snowing steadily for a couple of hours and the light was fading, although it was only two-thirty in the afternoon. He did not like the fact that the wind was now starting to pick up. He grabbed his luggage and headed to the front of the bus.

‘I hope you make it out before the blizzard hits.’ the driver said, as he opened the door.

‘Me too.’ Ryan waved as he made his way down the steps.

Inside the terminal building, he was sucked into the maelstrom of humanity that is the Reykjavik airport check-in area. He was relieved to see that his flight was still scheduled and on time that, so for once, it didn’t bother him. The plan - get through this lineup and the one at security with time to kill on the other side, where he could relax and grab a bite to eat.

‘Sig’ Sigurdsson was also making his way to the airport. Not for travel, but to his job as a caretaker. Sig hated his job, hated most things about Iceland, and in particular today, hated the weather. His shift didn’t start until six, but he wanted to drive the long road from the city in the daylight. Still buzzed from the pot he smoked earlier, his good mood was fading fast with the horrendous road conditions. The only bright spot, the fact that if the blizzard cancelled flights, he might have a good night relieving tired passengers of their cash and treasured possessions.

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