John Marsden Writing Topic #237
Landing on Time
It was empty, which was odd for an airport.
I walked through the gate and no-one was there, you would think an airport would be busy, but I guess it isn’t in the middle of the night. It was easy for me to grab a trolley for my luggage and make my way through it all and to the cab rank outside.
The cab rank was empty, except for one car, almost like the driver was waiting for me. The driver took me to my motel, for a spring evening it was surprisingly cool.
After paying the driver, I entered the motel and it was like I stepped back in time—everything from the way the receptionist was dressed, to the décor and the way every other guest looked and acted was straight from the 1950s. I walked outside to get away but my surroundings had been quickly transformed.
Where the hell I did land?
**Reference: Marsden J 1998, Everything I Know About Writing, Pan Macmillan, Australia.