“This is all your fault.” Sarahbeth said pointedly as the captain slammed the heavy door. “If you’d got on that plane, we would’ve been home days ago.”
“After that landing, nah uh am I ever getting on a plane, ever.” Her mother replied. “Did you forget how you reacted during the landing? So excuse me for not wanting to get onto another flying death trap.”
The landing was indeed quite rough, Sarahbeth thought. There were moments when Sarahbeth thought the plane was free-falling as she watched the altitude plummet on the tiny screen before her. She was gripping the seat’s armrest so tight that by the time the plane finally landed, there was a sweaty hand-print on the surface.
“Okay, yes it was a rough landing,” Sarahbeth admitted, “but that does not give reason to never go on a plane again.”
“So you admit this form of transportation is better?” Her mother asked.
“Are you kidding? We have been on this cargo ship for 20 days and still nowhere close to home. If anything, this is worse.”
I am participating in Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writer, where we write a piece between 100 and 150 words (more or less 25 words) in length inspired by the photo prompt above.