Consumed by Carrie Rogers
1909
In late March London, I decided to begin a new life. All of the people
who I cared for were gone. Headed off to find something new, I made my way
through the busy streets. Beggars lined the route to the Atlantic
transport.
Stepping to the ticket window, I asked, "where is the boat headed?"
"America," He answered.
"One, please!" I said, handing the man my money. He gave me a ticket and
asked my name.
"Randis Blackburn." He wrote my name along with the other ship
passengers.
"Age?"
"22." seems like a good number. After all, my age was unbelievable.
I was waiting for my turn to board the ship. Watching the ship's two
giant smokestacks as they puffed angrily. Parents said goodbye to their
children, knowing they might never see them again. A child smiled, waving
frantically. I waved back. Her smile was sweet, intentions pure. The
feeling of life surged through me. Would I have the strength to leave if I
had a child?
"Excuse me," a quiet voice said, breaking me from my thoughts. I
stepped to the side, apologizing for being in her way. “Is that yours?"
she asked, looking down at an old worn brown trunk that sat at my
feet.
"No," I answered, gazing into her deep green eyes. I was frozen in place
by the depth of her stare. There was something familiar about her; I
couldn't say what. She bent down, picking up the lock in her hand. She
turned the key, opening the lock. She let out a sigh of relief as she
pulled open the trunk.
The smell of wild roses filled the air around me. She turned and smiled
at me quickly before shutting the lid. The scent of roses hit me once
again. Locking the trunk and standing to her feet, she held her lacey
gloves that she had taken from the chest in her pale hands. With a smile,
she said,
"Good day, sir."
"Please, Call me Randis," I stuttered out.
"You are?" I asked as I took her hand, slowly lifting it to my lips and
kissing her warm hand gently. I looked up to see her rosy cheeks. I had
made her blush.
"Sarah." She said in a nervous voice.
"Nice to make your acquaintance, Sarah." Holding her hand in mine, I
said, "Safe journey."
"Same to you, Randis," she said, pulling her hand from mine.
As she walked away, I felt that a part of me was now missing. I felt so
alone, more alone than I ever had, as she disappeared into the crowd.
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