Too Late: a Short Story [Part 1]

This week’s column is part a three-part short story inspired and continuing from my latest music video說時遲.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6RouiGMSJyU&feature=channelvideotitle

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March 12th, 2011

As I stare in disbelief at the television, with wave after wave of bad news from Japan, the shock finally settles in.  For a place I've never visited, Sendai suddenly seemed awfully close.  Two days without a word from her and I don't know what to think.  The news says telecommunications are down and lines to remaining telephone booths stretch on for days.  Maybe it's just not her turn yet.  All I can think to do is pray.

March 14th, 2011

Still nothing from her.  I've been calling the music school and her friends, but there’s been no response from any of them yet.  I hear rescue teams are still discovering survivors amongst the thousands trapped and lost… Anyway, I don’t want to over-think this.  Still early.  There's still hope.  I just wish she'd call.

March 15th, 2011

I can’t wait any longer.  Just bought tickets to Tokyo since it’s impossible to get a flight directly to Sendai at this point.  Whatever it is that’s happened to her, I need to see for myself.  Haven’t figured out exactly how I’m getting to Sendai after I touch down yet, but I can sort that out on the plane.  

10:00AM

There’s hardly anyone on the plane right now.  Is it really that bad?

To be continued…