FF- Flash Fiction
Ronald Lumley settled back in his seat, gave a sigh of contentment, and gazed through the round portal.
"Nothing more beautiful!" thought Ron. High above everything else, the delicious white fluffy shapes billowed magnificently like mountains, sumptuously as a fleece yet softly and gently like puffs of smoke.
"Oh, miss?" he said to the uniformed woman walking down the aisle. "When will we arrive?"
"Almost any second, sir," she replied and continued down the aisle to the office of Dr. Kropotkin.
"So sad, Doctor! Every time he opens a new bottle and gazes at the cotton, the same delusion!"
I've looked at this story from both sides now and am on Cloud 9 that at 108 words it did not billow too far beyond the 100 word goal for me this week at the Friday Fictioneers.
If you want to twist open the cap, pull out the cotton, and grab a handful of the offerings of the other Fictioneers, click here and I promise they'll have you soaring too!
Either in the sky or otherwise, your preference.