Soon it will be time to hit the treadmill and watch some original star trek while trying to convince my body that I can make it just…one…more…mile. But not yet! Every Friday, writers from all around the world write 100 word (or thereabouts) flash fiction based on a photo posted that Wednesday on Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ blog.
Here’s my story this week. I welcome constructive criticism; without it I cannot grow as a writer.
I checked my watch. An hour and a half late and we hadn’t even taken off. Ninety minutes of one sided conversation. I sighed and closed my eyes, hoping he’d get the hint.
“In fact,” he continued, “certain cultures thought inanimate objects were imbued with spiritual energy.”
The engines changed pitch. I opened my eyes.
“As if they were alive,” he said.
We started rolling forward. Soon buildings and runway stripes were flickering by. The turbines grabbed the air and pulled, the Earth lost its grip on us, and we leaped into the clear blue ocean of air.