Finding Him

Christopher

I parked in short-term parking and attempted to make my way to the doors but was turned away by police. That was when I noticed the flood of people pouring out every exit. Mothers were dragging little kids behind them; businessmen and women were rolling small suitcases as they all rushed in my direction.

“What’s going on?” I asked one harried man.

“Bomb.”

“What?” I asked fear spiraling through me. I ran over to the security guard. “Can you tell me what’s happening?”

“There’s been a bomb threat,” he said with no real concern. “It happens. I doubt it’s anything to worry about, but we have to evacuate and search the airport. All outgoing flights are grounded and inbound are being diverted.”

“My son is in there!”

“Sir, relax. There’s no reason to panic.”

I took a deep breath. “I’m not panicking, but I need to find my son. Where do I go?”

“Everyone waiting for a flight has been asked to go to the long-term parking. It’s a safe distance just in case.”

“Just in case!” I practical