I had a really hard time coming up with a story for this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt. All my mind had to offer was little stories about eager travelers or frightened travelers or romantic meet-cute travelers that bored me the minute I thought of them.
Then this jaded, frustrated fellow popped up. I hope you enjoy being introduced to him. And as usual, I’d love to know what you think!
I hate flying. No, I’m not scared – too many air miles behind me to think the boogeyman’s after me every time I leave the ground. But business class? Just a way to move cargo. If they could get away with it, they’d stack us in shipping containers.
This time, though, I fought to get to fly. My boss wanted me to just stay a week longer. But I said to him, “Look. Any other time. But it’s my anniversary and the kid’s sixth birthday. I’ve got to get home.” That wasn’t the end of it, and I owe him, but I talked him into a round trip ticket. So here I am at the airport, all flights canceled. It’ll take a team of sled dogs to get me home now. Where’s the kennel?