A million cars formed an angry trail of red taillights, stretching before me like a molten trail of fiery lava. The two and a half hours of travel that had already passed formed a cloud of consternation inside the car; toll booths, crawling traffic jams, ambulances, cars cutting me off, missed exits, not to mention spontaneous tirades of expletives emitting from my vocal cords, all helped to form the molecules of the dark cloud inside my car. Now, though, I found myself on the last stretch, almost to the airport hotel, my final destination.
But not quite almost.
Still another hour trickled by before, at last, I spotted the beige building, the green sign that read, “Embassy Suites.” Finally! Exhausted from Friday at work and an extended combative experience with five o’clock New York City / New Jersey traffic, I glanced to my left at the sign next to the hotel that almost seemed to point and laugh at me: “Parking: $20.” Sigh. How do I even get in there? I wondered, placing my forehead atop the steering wheel of my 2009 Honda Pilot.
Five minutes later, following a quick exchange with the hotel desk clerk, I wearily restarted the vehicle I’d temporarily left outside and drove to the mouth of the laughing parking lot. After passing a magical card key over a black pad, I watched as a striped arm rose, allowing me to pass and park- reluctantly, it seemed…
Now the moment was getting close. I could suddenly feel my mood altering, my countenance bending upward. Quickly grabbing the green bag I had hastily assembled thirteen hours prior, I closed the car door, quick-stepping to the side entrance of the hotel. In the elevator. Up to floor six. Unlock room 604.
And there they were.
Three beautiful daughters, one beautiful wife. Any angst, frustration, and consternation melted away as I embraced them.
I was drawn in with your opening line. I thought about writing about traffic the other day while stuck on my way home. You write with such detail. Your forehead on the steering wheel cemented the frustration. What a sweet ending.
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Great ending!
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I love that first descriptive paragraph- the lava, the cloud- so universal. Delighted to read that it was all worth it.
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Ahh. Happy ending. I really liked some of the phrases in the opening. My favorite was, “formed a cloud of consternation.” I picture the windshield fogging up and you searching for the console button that would turn on your de-consternator. I guess that was in the hotel room.
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Ha! De-consternator…love that, wish I had one. This whole challenge I’ve been thinking about Sarah Weeks and the idea of a story with payoff. Not sure I’m hitting the mark every time, but it’s on my mind with each slice. Thanks for commenting!
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You got my attention with your opening line. I love all the strong vocabulary you use throughout this piece too.
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Great photo – so eye-catching, so perfect with the story. What a slice of frustration! The ending, however … it melted my heart. All’s well that ends well, being with the ones you love most.
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I love your attention to detail. I could really feel your frustration. What a great ending!
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Your first paragraph is wonderfully descriptive, as has been noted by the previous commenters – I loved it – and I like the way the ending speeds up. By the time you reach your family, I’m smiling, too. Story with payoff for sure!
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I could picture every moment of your drive! Thanks for sharing!
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Wonderful payoff!
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Definitely a pay off! Loved how you built the tension and the frustration so vividly and then the love in the ending! YES!
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Oh, traveling! Sometimes it can be the worst! I love the rhythm of the sentences in this piece!
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Beautiful ending. All the challenges worthwhile for the “prize” at the end.
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