Well, I’ve returned from a family vacation up in Colorado. I would go more into depth about, but does this look like, BOOKFACE? I don’t think so. This is the place for WRITING. And random capitalization of words. Fragments, too. Anyway, I was happy to see that this Friday Fictioneer’s picture was that of a plane wing. Considering that I had to wake up at 1:30 (Colorado time, that is) to catch a disgustingly early flight, I decided to channel some of my experiences into this piece. It’s quick and ramshackle, but oh well. That may or may not be what flash fiction is all about, anyway.
Genre: Realistic Fiction
Word Count: 10
The flight was beautiful. A thick bearnaise sauce over chicken parmesan for dinner was the perfect complement to the beautiful clouds and cityscape outside the window. The business trip was over and I was ready for home.
I woke from my dream with a start when I heard the airline notification jingle. It sounded like Satan’s lunch bell.
“We apologize for the continued delay,” came the annoyed-sounding voice, “but we are still waiting to taxi onto the runway. We should be taking off in about… twenty more minutes.”
I swear I remembered her saying “twenty more minutes” half an hour ago.
If I had it my way, I would have included much more insomnia and irritability into the story if it was going to truly reflect my escapades from earlier today. That’s a weird thought- not even 24 hours ago I was halfway across the United States and kicking myself because I set my alarm an hour too early because my phone didn’t friggin’ convert to Colorado time.
Good luck, you brave writer folk!