The Client (Incomplete)
The airport was busy that day, and Marley was about to miss his flight. Marley Davis was a lawyer, and an amazing one at that. Sometimes he thought he was too good. He was a defense lawyer who somehow got conned into defending criminals. On top of that, most of his clients won their cases. It would have been an understatement to say that he hated his job, but it was all he knew how to do. The job put food on the table and kept his flat in the center London warm.
He had been in his office one day when he got a phone call from a young American gentleman who wanted him to take his case. At first he said no, but the rent on his flat had just skyrocketed. Remembering this, he had quickly called the man back and said he would get on a plane that afternoon and be there in the morning. Now he was in the airport, and rushing through the halls of the building, and shoving his way through the masses. Why does this place have to be this busy toady? He wondered. After colliding with yet another person carrying an abnormally large bag, he cursed under his breath and began to force his way out of the crowd.
He managed to shove enough people out o the way to get to his boarding room just before the plane had actually arrived. He took a deep breath and found a seat where he could rest for a minute. As he sat, he noticed something a little odd. He looked to his left to notice someone staring at him.
She looked about seven or eight years of age, and she looked to be rather upset with him. She was almost glaring at him for the next five minutes. Marley thought nothing of it, and, noticing others lining up to board the plane, took his place to embark the vessel to America. He made his way into the large jet that sat awaiting all of its passengers. He looked at his ticket and made his way to his seat. He sat down and began to rummage though his carry-on for something to read. Then he stopped. Something wasn’t right. He sat up and looked to his left.
* The Idea of what happens next is that he sees the child again. And this is where my writer's block came around the corner and punched me in the face. I don't really have a plan as to what is going to happen next, so any help that could be offered would be, well, helpful! Please comment!