Since I’m back to blogging occasionally, I thought I’d once again try my hand at the weekly Friday Fictioneers prompt. This week’s photo prompt is courtesy of Rich Voza. The challenge is to write a response that’s circa 100 words; mine is about 130 words. You’ll find it below the break.
He landed the plane in the midst of a radiant dawn.
It took much too long for the passengers to disembark, the stewardesses to scamper off, the copilot to drift away.
But finally, solitude was his.
He enjoyed these fleeting snatches of bliss, when he was alone with the plane, basking in the sunrise.
It renewed his vigor, his hope, even as the world worked to drain his vitality.
He unwrapped a cigar and slipped it into his mouth as he studied the swirling orange-and-yellow horizon.
He didn’t light the cigar; he merely liked to taste the stem, to chew it, as he pondered the indefinable essence of things.
He cracked open his notebook, jotted down a few impressions.
It was enough to sustain him for the day.