Thursday, June 23, 2016

Friday Fictioneers

Posted Wednesday June23

Trussed into tiny spaces, we sit shoulder to shoulder in the cramped cabin. The crew impassively perform their emergency ritual, arms flailing hither and thither. The mighty engines roar. I am pressed against my seat as the giant silver bird thunders and shudders down the runway, then quiet calm as we climb skyward leaving my stomach below.

Steeply banking, the plane stands on a wingtip. I stare down at a monopoly
of shrinking streets below. Higher and higher we soar. Wisps of clouds rush by my window then shafts of brilliant sunlight illuminate the cabin.

‘A  gin and tonic please’



Written for Friday Fictioneers where our host is Rochelle and the photo prompt is supplied by Rich Voza











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10 comments:

  1. A very atmospheric description - well done!
    —Charles

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  2. The logic of that gin and tonic brings this back to realism again... somehow landing airborne.

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  3. I just love the feeling at take-off, love it!

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  4. Beautifully descriptive, Keith - loved it.

    Susan at
    Travel, Fiction and Photos

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  5. Such perfect descriptions I thought I heard the engines roar.

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  6. You capture the feeling of take-off superbly. I sense he loves it.

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  7. Dear Keith,

    I love take off. Nice depiction.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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  8. Evocative description of a moment in a life. Thanks for sharing this.

    Anne from AnneHiga.com

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  9. Great descriptions! I hate flying. Gin and tonic (and diazepam) is the only way I can do it!

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  10. I would love to have a private jet. ~sigh~ One can dream. I think I will go get a cocktail, at least.

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