Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly challenge presented by my old friend Al Forbes.
The idea is to write a short story (200 word max) inspired by what you see in his picture (below).
This week, once again, Al’s photo has me confused.
I am not sure whether it shows the new model Dalek or a thingy for dispensing cold drinks.
A pint of laser, please?
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Copyright Al Forbes
Click here to hear me read the story:
Plane Sailing
We are both pilots, and have been friends since childhood.
We are back in our home town, using our little seaplanes to do trips for tourists.
It is a nice little business, we make reasonable money.
And every day we fly over the Mediterranean, the world’s most beautiful sea.
Life is good.
Except for one thing.
Long ago, after he left here, I married his childhood sweetheart.
It seems that there may now be a rekindling of interest.
I decide to resolve the problem.
I slip into the dark hangar where we house the two planes.
It is totally secure, there are only two keys.
I find his fuel pipe in the light of my pencil torch.
Then something catches my eye.
Someone is under my plane with a torch.
I think it is safe to say our friendship is over.
Why is he surprised his buddy came up with the same idea? They already have proven they have similar tastes in activities, women…. 😉
What is it they say about “great minds think alike”,,, even the minds of adversaries???
You seem to have met your match! Dont let this friendship go – think of all the fun you could have together 😀 Loved the story.
A bit of irony there CE. Both friends trying to off each other over a woman. I wonder who won? Hugs CE. Hope you’re having a lovely week.
Haha! Brilliant minds think alike. With friends like that, who needs a kill squad? Great story!
Thanks, Eric, glad you enjoyed.
I’ll say yes it is over.
You think?
Intriguing story, CE. Excellent last line.. Great to hear you reading it too!
Thank you, Mary Ruth, I am happy that the package works for you
Was not expecting that last line – great miinds think alike and saboteurs seldom differ, eh? People have killed for less. A lovely, sinister tale, C – trouble is I want to know what happenes next. Fisticuffs? 🙂
Gosh no, Lynn, this is a violence free blog.
Sometimes.
Haha! Of course it isn’t 🙂
A bit like the Miyazaki film Porco Rosso in which a pair of pilots duel in the skies over the Med for the hand of Fair Maiden. Seems like cutting a fuel line might be a good way to set oneself ablaze.
I am sorry to say that Mr Miyazaki’s work is not familiar to me.
And pliers are my tool of choice for the fuel line, less likely to singe the eyebrows.
What a killer last line. Masterful story teller you are.
You are even more kind, Neel!
A masterly story very beautifully crafted.
You are very kind, sir
A brilliantly crafted little story with a killer last line!
Thank you, Angie, happy you enjoyed
Vengeance best served toasty.
Oh crumbs.
Pass the marmite
Fuel pipe and torch? Sounds like their friendship has gone up in flames~
Good tale as always 🙂
Thank you, but it isn’t a blowtorch!
I agree, lovely last line
Cheers to you, sir, and to Graham too
Haha both have the same idea at the same time. Brilliant.
The photo is a “flame thrower”. A culinary blow torch for soufflés or, to my daughter’s delight, cooking marshmallows.
You are my favourite audience, Al, you laugh so readily!
I have never imagined such a device, I could save myself hours and cremate the toast much more quickly and efficiently.
I’ve never tried it on bread. I will have to try it 🙂
Your stories always give me a laugh or a giggle.
Dear CE,
The last line is so matter of fact. You’ve crammed a lifetime in a few words. I really enjoyed this story.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Then, if I have given you pleasure, my day is a triumph, m’lady.