(Image Credit: Ted Strutz)
The hovercraft was supposed to gently waft in before floating demurely on the expanse of the vast azure sea. Instead it came hurtling down with its blades whirring furiously like an extremely busy entity racing to keep an appointment. The body of the aircraft swayed like a ragged doll buffeted by strong winds. The sounds created by the combination of a careening aircraft and howling winds sounded like the ferocious and ominous demon’s whistle. The next morning’s headlines read, “Just before the plane disintegrated, the debt laden businessman piloting the aircraft laughed like a deranged soul into his radio.”
(Word Count: 99)
This story was written as part of the FRIDAY FICTIONEERS challenge, more about which may be found HERE
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A good story…
That left me breathless! Well done.
Susan A Eames at
Travel, Fiction and Photos
Oh, I didn’t expect the last line. Well done.
One way to be rid of your debts… like those who jumped from skyscrapers during the Wall Street Crash. Nice one, Venky.
Great lead-up & ending.
You really went to town with the descriptive writing! It worked, and gave you a turbulent, disquieting story. Kudos!
Thank you so much!
Makes me wonder whether supernatural or man-made forces at work. I like that ambiguity in a story.
Fake your own demise! I think this usually works for criminals – However, hopefully there is a Canadian Mounty still investigating! Great story!