This story is fabricated from a single word prompt. The first sentence is the prompt, but the rest of the story is purely mine! I’d love to know what your thoughts on it are! Would you want to read more if/when I decide to continue on with the story? What do you think will happen next? Your idea might just make it into my plot (with your permission of course!!) I can’t wait to hear your thoughts!! So without further delay, here it is!
Too Far Gone
She licked dry lips and watched through the window across the aisle. “When will this blasted plane take off?” A 25 year old Sara Moeller looked down at her watch. 8:36 a.m. “We should have been in the air six minutes ago. What could the holdup be?” She glanced out her window this time in deep thought, ignoring the reflection of her frazzled blonde, half done hairdo above dark circled eyes. “It’s a beautiful day. Unusual for mid-December, it isn’t too hot and isn’t too cold either. Not a cloud traveling by in the deep blue sky, so weather couldn’t be an issue.” She let out a sigh and turned her attention to her fellow passengers. The flight wasn’t as full as it should be considering the fact that Christmas was only a week away. In years past, she would have had to take a later flight, but for some strange reason this year was different.
There had to of been a total of ten people in an airplane that could carry well over thirty. A young woman, slender built with milk chocolate hair and no more than eighteen with a newborn baby sprawled over her shoulder sound asleep sat towards the rear. A couple rows in front of her sat an elderly couple, most likely off to spend Christmas with a quiver full of grandchildren judging by the bright smiles that lit their joyous, wrinkled faces. Across the way, a gentleman she guessed to be around forty with beach blonde hair and a husky build looked even more impatient than she felt, checking the time on his phone more often than not. Towards the front of the metal aircraft, split between two rows, a family of four nestled comfortably into the aluminum, deep red cloth seats. An eager young boy about seven was chattering about how excited he was to be on his first air plane flight bouncing from the outside window to standing up on the back of his chair. His teenage sister placed next to him with her ear buds firmly in place to drown out his idle chit chat and keep him in his seat. Their parents were situated a row back for the advantage of keeping their children in line.
Sara looked back down at her gold plated wrist watch that was an early Christmas gift from her fiancé. She took it off and traced the engraving of their initials surrounded by a perfect heart on the back of the face. She was going to miss him, but Todd Lehne couldn’t leave work at his Chicago law firm to spend Christmas with her and her family in Tupelo, Mississippi. Especially with them trying to land a big client that would bring thousands of dollars to the firm. She understood, but that didn’t mask her disappointment. She slipped the watch back on and returned it to its rightful place. 8:50 a.m. “This is beginning to get on my nerves. Almost a half hour late, this is inexcusable.” She glanced about one last time and spotted the flight attendant preparing drinks in the back to serve them. “Excuse me, miss?”
Meanwhile inside the cockpit
“I’m not going to let you hijack my plane. There are passengers aboard who have places they need to go, people they need to see! After all, it is Christmas.” His grip on the tiller tightened every minute that went by that delayed his precious flight further but the feel of cold metal pressed against his temple told him these crooks meant business and there was nothing he could do about it.