I am the tomb-raider of reviewers; I search for hidden and rare gems that deserve more appreciation.
Today I will be talking about one of my favorite fantasy sagas, and in my opinion, an underappreciated tales with memorable characters.
Tina have managed to put the kids to sleep exactly as she was instructed by mister King. All is left for her to do now was to wait for the parents to come back home so she can get paid, and after that one of the parents will drop her back to her home. Today was Tina’s first day to babysit the King family’s kids, she was happy to do so since she have known about them for a while. In fact, all her friends are curious about them. They were a rich family who traveled a lot. Their house was filled with souvenirs and statues from all over the world, and most of them were in the living room which was where Tina was heading now to watch TV.
Tina entered the living room where she saw statues of dragons, a clown statue, and an African mask statue. Tina didn’t notice how creepy they were since she was all alone in the living room. She checked her phone for new messages but found nothing more recent than the message mister King have sent to her minutes after he left with his wife Sara. Tina read it again to remind herself.
“You can use the TV in the living room, but please do not touch the statues.”
Tina didn’t want to touch them either way. She turned on the TV. She found herself unable to concentrate on whatever she was watching. Tina did not like where the Clown statue was placed in the living room, which was a bit to the left and facing the sofa she was sitting on. It gave her the creeps. She got up to try to move the clown statue and put it behind the sofa where it won’t be in her vision’s peripheries. But she slowed down to a halt when she came close to it, remembering that she should not touch anything in the living room. Frustrated now, Tina went back to watch something less colorful, like an old movie, and hoped for the time to pass by faster.
As the minutes went in the rate of hours, Tina have finally gave up. She got up and picked up the landline to call mister King. Two rings later, Mister King answered the phone.
“Hello Tina, is everything alright?”
“Yes mister King, I just put the kids to bed and I’m now in the living room” Tina said.
“Oh… is there anything else I can help you with?” Mister King asked with a hint of wonder.
“Well… I…” Tina hesitated at first. “I know you said not to touch anything in the living room, but there is a creepy clown statue and… I don’t know… can I use a blanket to cover it or something like that?”
“I’m sorry Tina, I didn’t hear you very well, can you say that again?”
“The clown statue, the one facing the sofa, I’d like to have it covered”
“Listen carefully Tina… get the kids and leave the house, I will call the cops.” Mister King said. Tina froze in a double bind situation; confused at what Mister King have said.
“Mister King… what do you mean?”
“…. we don’t have a clown statue.”
That’s when Tina heard the fast paces of someone running at her from behind, before she felt a tight grip around her waist.
So… here I am sitting, minding my own business, readying my copy of Paulo Coelho’s Aleph inside the plane, of an airline that I won’t mention that it owns a couple of football clubs, when suddenly an announcement came that took my attention away from Paulo’s story, which is very hard to accomplish. It roughly said.
“Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. We are now in the process of fueling our aircraft, please remain seated and do not fasten your seat belt.”
Apparently I was the only one reacting to that announcement because everyone was busy doing whatever they were doing, mainly talking or playing with their phones, I didn’t notice another reader at the time. First thought was “really? Seatbelt off??” Why? Another thought came that maybe I misheard that. But that thought was dismissed when another announcement came after a while.
“Ladies and gentlemen, we are still fueling our aircraft, please do not fasten your seatbelt”
Now you shouldn’t do that to someone like me. I’m a writer with a hyper active imagination of a 4 year, sugar high, kid. What am I suppose to think now? That the seat belts are running on fuel? Is wearing a seatbelt aggressively going to cause some spark that somehow will find its way to the tank fuel? Is the airplane gonna think we’re are flying if we wear our seat belts and start to takeoff automatically?
That’s when my logical thinking started to speak to me, and it says “This might be a safety procedure, in case, god forbids, the tank accidentally caught fire and they need to evacuate the airplane, so they make sure nothing will hinder our exit plan.” But then my logical-er thinking jumped in and it made more sense “Seriously?! If they care for our safety, why did they let us in the plane while they are fueling it?”
There might be a logical explanation to this illogical announcement. The thing is, someone who works in an airliner might read what I wrote and think of me as ignorant. But that’s it, I am ignorant about flying and their rules, so are you about literature, orthodontics or dental facts. Writing this post actually made me think of the many times I was treated rudely for asking questions, for example, related to visas or residency. Guess what? I don’t work there so don’t expect me to know how things work in your place of business or country. So here I am with a confused look and with many questions on why we don’t wear our seatbelt when the airplane is fueling.
What do you think is the real reason?