Coming Home

I shook hands with Stephen Gisbon and left a very productive meeting early enough to catch a flight home with Stone Barrington. Flying out of John Wayne Airport in his Gulfstream G500 was an unexpected culmination of a grueling week-long trip to southern California,

2-12-7-lucy-solStone and I settled into comfortable seats and began to sip his favorite, Knob Creek. After the second drink I fell asleep. Flying at night has one perk for me, I sleep through the flight and don’t have much jet-lag. I didn’t wake up till the engine pitch changed. Looking out the window the first thing I recognized was Ellis Island and the Statue of Liberty, We were on approach to Teterboro Airport. I’d slept through the refueling stop in Kansas City. In a few minutes I’d be home and ready for a weekend of working in my garden.

Written as part of the Friday Fictioneers – for December 9, 2016 challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields . The idea is to write a short story of 100 words based on the photo promp.

Thanks for the goes to © Lucy Fridkin


About Mike

I'm an avid bicyclist, that also enjoys Kayaking, Nature Photography, Cross Country Skiing and Geocaching. There's nothing more boring than sitting indoors in "good" weather.
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3 Responses to Coming Home

  1. gahlearner says:

    The narrator is lucky to be able to sleep through the flight. The feeling of exhaustion after a long meeting, and the joy of coming home are tangible.

  2. Home sweet home … the best thing after an exhausting flight.
    You described it so well.
    Isadora 😎

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