THE FLIGHT HOME

 

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Copyright — Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

 Once again we have a chance to show our creativity by writing a story for the Friday Fictioneers’ weekly challenge. This challenge is to write a story with no more than 100 words. It’s to have a beginning, middle, end, and follow the picture prompt supplied for that week. The gracious and talented hostess for the challenge is author and artist Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The prompt this week is also supplied by her. Thanks Rochelle.

http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2014/07/30/1-august-2014/

Genre:  Nonfiction

Word Count:  100 Words

THE FLIGHT HOME by P.S. Joshi

It was the summer I turned twelve. My brother, on a road trip, stopped in Ohio. He decided to take Mom and me back with him to California, a five-day trip stopping nights.

It rained a lot that summer, leaving Dad with a garden full of vegetables to give away.

After a long visit, Mom decided we’d fly back to Ohio. It took eight hours in those days.

Dad came to pick us up at the airport, and was extremely relieved we returned safely. He said, “All I could think about was a thin floor and that long way down.

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68 thoughts on “THE FLIGHT HOME

    • Thanks Weltchy. I have some happy memories thanks to my parents and brother. Thanks for the encouragement. I hope the short story you were working on does well. I’m glad you liked my story. 🙂 —Susan

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  1. Your ending sentence reflects well the fear so many have of flying–despite the ridiculousness of that fear. Far more people perish in auto accidents, yet we seldom think twice about hopping in the car to pick up milk at the grocer’s or the kids from soccer practice. Nice reflection this week.

    All my best,
    Marie Gail

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    • Thanks Marie Gail. My dad never went up in a plane, but for some time, as a fireman, he drove a fire truck. That was a lot more dangerous than driving a car to the grocery store. He was responsible for not only the guys on the truck, but people on the street. That’s why they keep that siren going. They have the right of way, but have to have quick reflexes. I guess he felt more in control than if he went up in a plane as a passenger. I’m glad you liked the story. 🙂 —Susan

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      • I’ve often wondered why individuals who are so brave in certain situations have such irrational fears in other situations. Control does seem to have something to do with it. Honestly, I have plenty of “irrational” fears myself. As to the fear of flying, my guess is that media coverage of crashes and other tragedies plays into it heavily.

        MG

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    • Thanks Bjorn. I think most of us prefer not to think of it when in the plane. I’m glad you liked the story.Sometimes the prompt leads me to nonfiction and sometimes to fiction. I just sort of go with the lead. 🙂 —Susan

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    • Ali, The road trip was fun except for the afternoon we had to drive through the desert without air conditioning. My brother had to get back to work and was pressed for time. By the time we got to Las Vegas, my mother’s face was extremely red. She drank three iced teas. Air conditioning never felt so good. On that last day when we reached Los Angeles, it was into the night. You drove with an insulated bag of water hanging on the front of the car when you went through the desert. That was to put in the radiator when needed. It was quite an experience for 12-year-old me. 🙂 —Susan

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  2. Hi Susan, I like happy endings and there always is a bit apprehension when one is flying so I can understand how your Dad felt. With all the accidents happening in air travel these days it’s becoming just a bit scary. Especially if family members are travelling. Stay safe.
    All the best, Zainab

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  3. This was a nice read. I got this lovely image in my head of your Dad hugging his family and that huge release of anxiety when you and Mom returned safely. A warm fuzzy for sure.

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    • Thanks Russell. I’m sure Dad did breathe easier when that plane landed. He also no doubt missed us all the more as we were gone about six weeks. It had rained a lot that summer, and the garden grew like crazy. Mom wasn’t there to can anything so he had to give a lot of vegetables away. He was a fireman and had every other day off, so he was all by himself on those days. He knew enough cooking to feed himself, and that was a good thing. He was very glad to see us back safe and sound. His family meant everyting to him. 🙂 —Susan

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    • Thanks Perry. Sorry I planted something in you mind that’ll bother you. There weren’t any zombies around at the time. My mom was very practical. She said, “It’s not the dead who’ll hurt you. You have to worry about the living.” 🙂 —Susan

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  4. 🙂 Hopefully your dad was able to give some veggies to some of his firemen co-workers. Oh geez! Never thought about airplane floors being thin !
    I enjoyed this…reminded me of vacations as a child…
    Ellespeth

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    • Thanks Ellespeth. As I remember, he did give veggies to the other firemen. Sorry if I caused extra worry to people about plane flight. I guess the luggage compartment is beneath the passenger section, so there’s actually more than one floor, but the plane would have to be in really bad condition for a floor to give way. Of course, if there’s a bomb or rocket hit like has been in the news, anything can happen. Let’s hope that doesn’t happen to any of us or our family members. —Susan

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  5. Your story does take me back to those days of childhood. Thoughts of mishaps does occur in my mind when I’m flying, but I’ve never thought about the thin floors. 🙂

    Lily

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    • Thanks Lily. I’m glad you liked the story. Actually, I think there’s the baggage compartment below the passenger section, so there’s more than one floor. Let’s hope the plane we travel in next time won’t be in such a bad condition that the floor gives way. 🙂 —Susan

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  6. Dear Susan – I have heard that saying – a long time ago, about a thin floor and a long way down to the next step – anyway – wonderful story and I really love reading your stories! Nan 🙂

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  7. Thanks Nan. I don’t think I’ve heard that saying, but I’m sure someone has thought of it besides my dad. I’m glad you like my stories, and thanks for the encouragement. I enjoy your stories also. 🙂 —Susan

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  8. Susan, I like the way the photo prompted a childhood memory for you, and I also like the nice clear way you conveyed it. Sometimes when I fly, if I have a window seat, I’m very conscious of the thin layer of material between me and the empty space outside – never really thought of the thin floor before, though. Ewww!

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    • Thanks Diana. I’m glad you liked the story. I have some lovely childhood memories. Thanks for your encouragement. I think there’s actually a baggage compartment below where the passengers sit so there’s actually more than one floor. I guess the plane would have to be in pretty bad condition for the floor to give way. Let’s hope the inspections would catch anything like that. 🙂 —Susan

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  9. That is long road trip! I’m glad you got to fly instead, although it sounds like your dad was pretty worried about you! My dad gets pretty nervous when he flies, and will be getting on a plane next week. I think it’s the first time in years and years. Great memories detailed in your story!

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    • Thanks Amy. My brother must have taken old Route 66. It was “the” way to go across country in those days. I hope your dad calms down once the flight starts. My dad never flew. He would either drive or we would take the train. He “loved” the train. We took the ones with dome cars. He liked going to the lounge car and talking with other passengers. I’m glad you liked the story. I have a lot of happy memories. I saw the photo of you and Dawn. It was great that the two of you could meet when you were both in the same city. 🙂 —Susan

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  10. Oh, how I remember those long road trips. Imagine driving from Connecticut to Florida–I mean all the way down to Miami. This was before super freeways/turnpikes and Disney World. Cars didn’t have AC. Dad wouldn’t ask directions and mom couldn’t read a map to save her life. She directed my father for hours with the map upside down. Then airplanes. Great invention. I like that your father had so many vegetables to give away. Sounds like my mom’s garden when they’d be jetting off to Hawaii and I stayed at the house for the cat and the garden giveaway. Loved your story. Lucy

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