draliman on life

Here is my story for Barbara Beacham’s Mondays Finish the Story. We get an opening sentence which this week was written by Martin Furman, and a photo courtesy of Barbara herself.

To read this week’s other stories click on the blue froggy. My story is a little longer than 150 words (sorry) but I did manage to get it down from nearly 200. The opening line (which isn’t part of the word count) is in bold in my story.

Copyright Barbara W Beacham

Delphine always wanted to pilot her father’s plane and when he forgot his keys on her tenth birthday, she knew that taking off would be easy.

Come to think of it, landing would also be easy. Dead easy. With an emphasis on dead. But Delphine didn’t come to think of it and now she was soaring through the air, staring at a bewildering array of controls.

“Come on,” she thought. “I’ve seen Daddy do this enough times.” Heart pounding, she eased the stick forward as the ground came closer, closer. “I’m going to do it!” she thought excitedly. “Daddy will be so proud of…”

Trephos, Angel-In-Charge of Juvenile Admissions climbed down off his cloud.

“Well,” he said, shaking his head. “Made a bit of a pig’s ear of that landing, didn’t we?”

Delphine nodded sadly.

“Let’s see,” he continued, reaching for a large ledger. “Wow! You’re our one trillionth customer! That means you get a second chance!”

Suddenly Delphine was back home, alive, staring at her Dad’s keys. She grabbed them and ran out the door.

“I think I know what I did wrong last time!” she thought excitedly as she ran towards the plane.