Taking Off

Photo prompt: © J Hardy Carroll

 

He packed his bags late at night, tiptoeing around the sleeping figures of his flatmates. His plan would only work for one.

Well, two, perhaps … But much as he wanted company, he knew from experience that the only person he could truly rely on was himself, and he couldn’t afford to add the caprice of another human into an already iffy situation.

He made his way through quiet side-streets, ears perked and eyes peeled. He would approach the lot from the back, scale the pole, rope and lug his luggage up, distribute the weight, check the dials.

Takeoff before dawn.

 

 

For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers

 

 

 

39 thoughts on “Taking Off

    • Thank you, Penny! I don’t know if it’ll fly, or if he’ll end up … um … ‘transported’ to where people who think cars on top of poles can fly, end up in … Though, one never knows. Maybe he does know some things we don’t, and who knows what times he is alluding to. Is he even ‘one of us’ at all? 😉

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  1. Na’ama Y’karah,

    The whimsy of this made me smile. I could imagine him climbing up into that car and then, to the amazement of a bystander, taking off for real. Imaginative piece that kicks your reader’s imagination into gear. 😀

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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