The Packageby @gaby-crb
Condensation clung to the window, occasionally releasing a surge that cleared a path making the outside world visible. The cold white light refracted in the tiny water droplets. It was pretty, Shannon thought, as her breath spread across the cold window.
She checked her phone, the bright screen dazzling her. Her eyes darted to the mirror. The baby didn’t stir, still sound asleep in his comfortable car seat. She checked the time, the numbers read 23:46. There was no message.
She slipped it back into her coat pocket, wrapping her fingers around each other in an attempt to bring them back to life.
The CD stopped playing, the story finished. She pressed replay. The kid would no doubt wake up if it went silent. The story started up from the beginning. It was one she had listened to herself as a child. The narrator had a soothing voice, Shannon felt calm despite her predicament.
She checked her phone again. Still no message. Her eyes darted back to the boy, his blond hair showing underneath his fluffy hat. His cheeks pink. His blue eyes hidden beneath heavy eyelids.
A gloved hand rapped against the window. Shannon jumped, she quickly rolled down the window.
A clean shaven man ducked his head down to look at her.
“You have the package?”
His eyes glanced around the car, resting a few moments on the sleeping boy before returning to her face.
She nodded, her heart hammering in her chest. This was the first time she had done something like this.
She removed the key from the ignition and opened her door, the man stepped out of the way. She was not surprised to measure up as shorter than him. She fumbled with the key in her hand. She found it hard to swallow.
“How many times do I have to do this?”
Her voice shook. She wrapped her arms around herself, giving her hands something to grip onto.
“Until you’ve paid what you owe.”
His voice clawed at her insides. He stepped closer, a hungry look in his eye.
Shannon shivered. She was mentally kicking herself for getting into debt. But there was only one thing she could do now.
She walked slowly toward the back of the car, every step she took approached the time of delivery, Shannon wished immensely to be anywhere else. She clumsily searched through the bunch of keys for the one that can open the trunk of the car and placed it in the hole.
"Please help me."
Shannon had opened the trunk of his car hundreds of times, but this time he couldn't open it, he couldn't deliver the package, at least not so directly.
"Get out of the way!"
The man looked across the street to make sure there were no witnesses, turned the key and opened the trunk abruptly. After looking inside he took his thumb and index fingers to his mouth and whistled, a couple of men with gloved hands emerged from the cold darkness to help him carry the package.
Shannon couldn't stop thinking about the sleeping baby in the car, what happened to it? Will he be all right? What should I do?
The three subjects carried the load from one car to another, they were nervous, but they were trying to look serene. Deep down they weren't bad guys, in other circumstances they could have formed a rock band or something like that, if they hadn't gone into debt like Shannon.
"Órale Mendo, let's go!"
The dark glass van moved slowly, like a funeral march, until it got lost around the corner. Shannon was devastated, tears streamed from her eyes wetting her face, she was disgusted with herself.
"How could I do something like that?"
She took the phone out of his coat pocket and read the message:
Tomorrow the flight will depart, I can't wait to see how much our son has grown, I love you!
Shannon took the battery out of the phone, threw the phone on the floor and kicked it, rendering it useless. She got in the car, the baby was still sleeping and a soothing voice told the story of a banana fish and his friends. Took a handkerchief, dried his tears and looked at the child from the mirror.
"Everything will be fine baby, now I'll be your mommy, I'll be a good mom for you. I promise."
This is a participation for the Finish The Story - Week #49 from @bananafish. I hope you like it there, do not hesitate to comment.