Amanda had built her plane alone and won the respect of everyone in the airport. She was their little princess in a fly jacket. « Foolish » she thought but didn’t rebel since they all respected her privacy when she was perched on a wing working on her baby.
–Excuse me ?
Amanda almost fell. She shot a mad look at the stranger.
– Would you consider taking a passenger ?
– I’m flying nowhere now, she said staring at her broken goggles on the floor.
He took his shades off and gave them to her.
– And now ?
– You’re not on my flyplan.
– Maybe you’re on mine.
This post is an answer to today’s Dailypost prompt : Que sera sera.
This story is a part of my summer writing challenge : writing a 100 word story everyday, the 45th installment.
I hope you will like today’s story and please do not hesitate to leave a comment.