Flight Plan (166 Words)
“How can you love dragons and be scared of planes?”
It was a legitimate question. After all, planes and dragons both fly. But the very sight of the cylindrical, soon-to-be-airborne machine made Sam blanch. His hands gripped the strap of his carryon and he met his companion’s question with a sickly smile.
“There’s a difference,” he said. “Dragons are alive.”
“But you’re not scared of it not being alive,” Julie pointed out. “Are you?”
Sam shrugged. “Maybe it is alive,” he teased. “And we’re walking straight into its belly.”
Julie glared at him. But she was secretly glad for his humor.
“I don’t know why Smoak won’t come with us,” she said. “It’s a long way and his wings could use a rest. Do you ever wonder why we never see any dragons when we’re in the air?”
“No,” said Sam. Walking up the boarding ramp, his feet felt heavy as led. “Dragons are smart. I’m pretty sure they hate planes as much as I do.”
Written in response to Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers’ Photo Prompt. Check it out!