Friday Fictioneer: The Plane Trip

At the curb, her husband kissed her good-bye and said, “Good luck.” view-from-the-plane

No matter how hard Cassie tried, the boys, eight and six, would not settle. They were going to visit Gramps.

Now the baby was crying.

Her fellow passengers gave her looks of dread of the next hour and a half trip.

On the plane, the boys fought over who sat next to the window.

Somehow, all got strapped in with the baby in her lap.

Before they hit cursing altitude, the boys and baby were sound asleep.

With a sigh of relief, Cassie closed her eyes and slept.

 The End

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Friday Fictioneers is a challenge to write a 100 word story from a picture prompt. It’s hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, anyone can play.

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