"Small" writing challenges for my small writing talent. Hotel note pads are the only space allowed. Let's see if I can strip it down and tighten it up to learn something. Improving my skill of weird fiction.
“Thank you sir!” said the Flight Attendant with bright red lips, framing perfect white teeth. The electronic device in her hand approved the credit card transaction. The passenger smiled, excited to enjoy his purchased alcohol at thirty-six-thousand feet traveling in a very light ripple of turbulence, not unlike a relaxing tube ride at a lazy-river amusement park. The Flight Attendant smiled to the other attendants as she collected payments for various snacks and drinks. The pilots up front turned on a pump to the center tank labeled lactiverunt. It was next to the chemical trail switch. The tank didn’t hold any fuel, but the passengers should have read their terms and conditions of purchase agreement. For those that didn’t click that icon on the device, and for those who dared drink alcohol on a Sunday, the tank filled up with their souls. The pilots smiled to each other, flying into darkening clouds.
(Authhor’s notes) September 13th, 2015: Newark, NJ. (143 words)
Just a thought about the mysterious. Sometimes, pilots can think of their schedule as tiring, fatiguing, gruelling and with management problems, soul sucking. Well, a soul sucking airline? Thirty seconds later I was writing this on the desk in my hotel. I like this. Throw in some latin which makes any mysterious unexplained events seem officially real, and it becomes fun. The origional was 120 words or so, but I couldn’t stop adding little strange bits to accent the oddity of the airline.
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