August 31, 2006

Writing Prompt

Posted in writing prompts at 21:26 0 by gillsmoke

Tosted Cheese Writing prompt:
31-08-06
The sound of airplanes surprised her.

“I thought we were in the middle of nowhere. There’s nothing but farms out here.” She said to Neil. He replied, “Crop dusters, and poor piolits afraid of the regional…”She figgeted a little with the strap of her backpack. “Well, can we watch for a little bit?” She already knew the answer was no, but she had to ask. Novelty never wore off for her, flying was almost as good as space which is where she really wanted to go. There was nothing that stired her sense of wonder like space travel.”We have a long way to go honey…” Neil said, but was thinking, “Just the faint sound a mile away and the girl alerts like a birding dog. I hope there some happiness at the end of that rainbow for you.” He always managed not quite to say no. Never wanting to squash the dreams of his small foundling. “I have no Idea how you will get into the Academy but if you make it I will make it happen for you.” he thought as turned onto a dirt road.”I know, I know.” Jill said as she stared at the floor.It got country quiet for a while. Neil stopped the truck. “We can only stay for a little bit.””What? We’re at the airport, for real?””Yeah, and they will be flying right over there”The magic moment came and a small plane came in for a landing she Ooed and aahed until it came to a stop.And then one took off too.
“Come on honey, it’s time to go.”

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1 Comment »

  1. crse said,

    foundlings. You dont come across those every day!


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