Kreative Kue 225 asked for submissions based on this photograph:
John W Howell is the author of the John Cannon trilogy of My GRL, His Revenge, Our Justice and Circumstances of Childhood, co-author of The Contract, and blogs at Fiction Favorites.
“Hold on Sedgwick. Who appointed you a chief mechanic?”
“Well, I’m not saying I’m chief, but I know a hell of a lot more than you.”
“Oh, sure. Says the guy who forgot the locking bolts on the baggage hold hatch.”
“I didn’t forget them. They were just not deployed is all.”
“So you did that on purpose?”
“Not on purpose. It was an honest mistake.”
“Made by an incompetent.”
“Now you two need to stop. We must get this flight ready to depart. What seems to be the problem?”
“Mr. know it all here says this piece of baggage can’t be put on the plane.”
“Sedgewick is that true?”
“There’s no room. The plane is full and so it the baggage compartment.”
“So why not take it into the terminal and we’ll send it on the next flight?”
“The problem that Sedgewick refuses to recognize or discuss is that bag has all the emergency oxygen masks in it. and need to be on the plane.”
“Do tell. How is that possible?”
“Sedgewick removed them.”
“Yes, ma’am it was time for their annual inspection, so I took them out.”
“Now, there is no time to put them back. Is that it?”
“That is it in a nutshell, ma’am.”
“Well, I think there is an easy solution.”
“Sedgewick and I would like to hear it, ma’am.”
“We’ll tell the pilot to stay below 10,000 feet, and there will be no need for the masks should an emergency occur.”
“He can do that?”
“Of course. The only problem will be when he approaches the Alps.”
“How tall are they, ma’am?”
“Fifteen thousand or so.”
“Can the folks hold their breath till they get over them?”
“You know Sedgewick. I thought you didn’t know much, but that is a perfect solution. Are we good here?”
“All good, ma’am.”
My effort was
Let me try to explain it again.
I just want to get on the plane.
I need some hot sun
Some booze and some fun
I want to fly southwards to Spain.
My needs are really quite plain
I’m not after personal gain
I’m up for some loving
So please quit your shoving
And I can’t take much more bloody rain.
My money’s gone straight down the drain
I think I’d be quicker by train.
A ship with one mast
Would get there as fast
It’s starting to drive me insane.
From flying perhaps I’ll abstain
Do something in similar vein.
Oh! Let’s go there by jeep,
That should be quite cheap.
Though it does go a bit ‘gainst the grain
Enough of this extravaganza
Much more of this rhyming bonanza
And I’ll soon need a nurse
Or a man in a hearse
Perhaps I’ll call this the last stanza
On to this week’s challenge: Using this photo as inspiration, write a short story, flash fiction, scene, poem; anything, really; even just a caption for the photograph. Either put it (or a link to it) in a comment or email it to me at firstname.lastname@example.org before 6pm next Sunday (if you aren’t sure what the time is where I live, this link will tell you). If you post it on your own blog or site, a link to this page would be appreciated, but please do also mention it in a comment here.
Go on. You know you want to. Let your creativity and imagination soar. I shall display the entries next Monday.