Sunrise, settling back, coffee and muffin in hand. Opening up the newspaper. Nothing like a morning flight.
Then I heard the short snapping sound and men were walking through the cabin.
"Okay, everyone: Out now into the buses. You'll be in Philadelphia in six or seven hours, you'll awake there, and remember nothing."
Only this time I did remember. Every word.
"Charge 'em for airplanes, pay for buses, we make a bundle!" said one man.
"Good thing no one ever expects the .... aeroplanes! .... to be on time."
"Air travel, ha!" laughed the other. "Why, humankind is still 200 years away from air travel!"
Picture prompt above, story below, and I nailed it at 105 words, which is close enough to the designated 100 word limit to get me off the ground and into the air flying, thank you very much!
This is my weekly contribution to the Fabulous Friday Fictioneers and Flying Circus for this Friday, February 8, 2013. Now please click the link and fly on over to the other high flyin' contributors, making sure to bypass any lurking buses.
Man may not have been meant to fly, but he (or she) sure was meant to blog!