Today’s writing challenge prompt is Planes, Boats and Trains. I am going to break it up because my stories are longish. So today you just get my smallest plane.
One of the smallest planes I have ever been on was the little hopper that took me the last leg of trip from Philadelphia to Scotland where I would spend the next two years of my life with my husband who was in the Navy.
The plane was a little prop job with only a curtain separating the pilot from the passenger cabin. I had been awake for more than 24 hours at this point because I was twenty-one and traveling alone with a two month old infant.
I’m not a fearful flyer, but I am an alert one. I don’t drink, I listen to the safety presentation and I count the rows to the exits.
A couple of guys behind me offered me some of their Baileys. I politely refused, but we chatted for a while about our plans and destinations. I relented and shared a small drink. The guys then told me that they were the English National Hockey Team, which of course I thought was nonsense.
They said, “No, seriously, turn around, you’re the only girl on the plane.” Sure enough the plane was filled with athletic young men, but still.
We soon deplaned and I could thing of nothing but seeing my husband for the first time in about six weeks.
“How was your flight,” he asked.
“Oh, you won’t believe it, these guys on the plane told me that they were the English National Hockey Team.”
“Oh those….” I turned to point, “guys over there.”
There were my flight mates, claiming their hockey equipment from the conveyor.