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The ‘port felt hot and airless to the assortment of people waiting in the queue. The authorities had said that without the income from the thousands of planes that had once roared into the sky or landed in an unending stream on one of the many runways they didn’t have the money to waste on non essentials.
Like clean air or air-conditioning as one woman thought as she wiped her brow with the end of her neck scarf. There was no relief from the long shuttered stores and cafes with their faded pictures of cool treats. Her long cotton skirt clung slightly to her damp shape, but she was faring better than the large man behind her, dressed with shabby gentility and perspiring heavily in his suit.
Jack felt his head pound as his face seemed to swell in the heat and his collar became tighter. He hadn’t possessed a suit and the company he worked for hadn’t told him he would need a thin one, so he had borrowed one from his Mum’s lodger. She said he had been very well off once, but no one could pronounce his name so they just called him Sid as that sounded closest to Sayyid something. He had given up correcting them. Sid possessed several suits, some were quite thin, but Jack hadn’t realised how hot it would be in Canada after the freezing Essex weather. He’d been sweltering here for twenty minutes, and twenty-one minutes ago he’d been in a chilly ‘port in Stanstead.
Behind him a pale girl comforted a half naked toddler as her mate moved their luggage forward by inches. He looked resentfully at the empty customs booths ranging each side of the only one open. Only four people ahead of them now. “We pay our fees, it should be better than this,” he hissed. She glanced warningly at him. It took a lot of time to pass the security checks to get on the ‘Allowed’ list, and very little time to be taken off again!
The thin elderly man moved away from the customs booth towards the inspection tables. As he waited his turn to have his case rumpled by suspicious hands he wondered what they would do if everyone decided they wouldn’t do this any more. If they just teleported wherever they wanted, when they wanted without notifying anyone. Could they really confiscate everyone’s house, put them all in prison? Was it the fact that 12% of the population still couldn’t do it? No, he decided as he reached the table, it was all about control. The authorities were desperately afraid they might loose their control of the people … and one day they would. His small smile was almost unnoticeable as he stepped up to the table.