The Untold Terror

It was almost dawn when Phidel and her parents’ flight touched the soils of the Netherlands. Martin was by then already waiting for them at the waiting terminal when they sauntered in.

“Hey–” He called, instinctively waving them over on setting eyes on them. Though the mood was not a good one, both Jerome and Randy managed to put on a smile as they got a glimpse of him except for Phidel who was still in a bad state.

“Hello, Martin,” Randy uttered, exchanging handshakes with Martin as they neared him.

They exchanged a few pleasantries and finally headed to the car. Phidel and Jerome settled in the backseat whiles Randy and Martin took the front. After a few seconds, he sped off, hitting the main streets of the Netherlands.

The night lights coupled with all those 5star shops and fancy cafés along the streets were quite a sight to behold; not to talk of those huge bridges they drove by but in all, Phidel found no delight in them as she stared out of the window in silence.