Iktsuarpok
eek-tsoo-AR-pok
n.The restless anticipation that sends you outside again and again to see whether someone is coming.
Arrivals
The board said LANDED at 21:14 and Meera had been standing at the barrier since 20:40, which she was aware was insane, and which she had decided to be at peace with.
Terminal 3 arrivals is a theatre with one plot. She had watched it four times already tonight. The doors sigh open. A trolley emerges. A face scans the crowd with the particular blankness of someone who has been awake for nineteen hours. Then the face finds its person and stops being blank, and something happens that is embarrassing to watch and impossible to look away from.