The Traveler

Woman travels to find plans change

She marched into the airport with staunch and purpose. Her Dr. Martens black, but thick-soled for comfort. Her hair was blonde with pink highlights, contrasting her green dress of yellow-crested cockatoos patterned in a full-figure form. She pushed a four-wheeled carryon towards the check-in. At the counter, she presented her documents and the agent motioned for assistance. A security guard came to the counter. Not being able to hear the conversation, I watched from my chair near the escalator.
She waved her arms in the air and pointedly tapped on the counter. The security guard watched her while the clerk held up two documents to the guard. Her arms were folded in front of her. She angled her hip and positioned one shoe out further than the other, resting her weight on her left side while tilting her head to the right. The clerk put the two documents back on the counter and picked up the phone receiver.
The woman in the Dr. Martens and green dress glanced around the check-in area as if expecting someone to meet her. I kept watching and looked away when it seemed she sensed my gaze. Her body tensed as she watched another security guard arrive.
The clerk stood in quiet repose. Then she turned to the first guard and nodded. The guard moved closer to the traveler as she stepped backwards, her documents still sitting on the counter. Her brow furrowed together as she shook her head. The first guard put his hand out, as if to offer a dance. She tilted her face down and looked up. She closed her eyes and shook her head no. The other guard came from behind and slipped his arm in hers, nearly startling her. Before she could. Protest, both guards lifted her off.