15th part of the new weekly story. (1st Part) The inspiration for this came from an off hand comment I made on Facebook, and since people seemed interested I decided to follow through. Happy Reading.
Brodie woke from his nap and felt the vibration that was constant on this plane. He wondered which experience flying was was more common, the First Class seats he had flown in Europe or this one as they winged their way from Russia to Mongolia. He knew the way they had taken off was far from normal. As soon as he ran up the ramp of the plane Holly, the girl in the raggedy jump suit had hit a button and the ramp started closing and the plane started moving.
Holly had not even looked at Brodie but went forward and began to strap Mrs. Emily in and then the High Pilgrim. Brodie stood their dumbly not knowing what to do. It was the shaking of the plane that made Brodie walk towards where Mrs. Emily was and he looked around for a chair to sit in but the only ones were for the High Pilgrim and his boss. Hans and Dante had strapped themselves into a webbing type seats and Brodie looked around for a place he could sit as well. The plane shook more and all of a sudden Brodie heard something striking the outside of the plane then a hole appeared in the ramp that had just retracted. Brodie did no comprehend what was going on until later and he realized the plane had been shot a couple of times.
“Sit down you idiot.” Holly said yelling from the cockpit.
Brodie threw himself into the old greasy cargo net that was shaped enough like a seat to be used as such and tried to figure out how to strap himself in.
It was then that he realized how loud the plane was so in addition to the constant vibration Brodie knew that soon very soon he was going to have a headache. After a few minutes as he felt the plane begin to level out and then Holly came into the cargo area wearing earphones and started to hand out additional ones. When she got to Brodie she shook her head. “Sorry bud the charter said only four passengers so I only scrounged up four headsets.” Brodie knew without a doubt he was going to have a head ache. Holly held up a finger after a few seconds of looking down at him, she did not talk but started to feel around in her multiple pockets and at the third pocket she found what she was looking for. Holly pulled out a pair of old slightly dirty foam ear plugs.
Brodie frowned but he held out his hand and she put the dirty things in his hand. Holly went about her business as Brodie examined the foam plugs and tried to clean them with his hands but they did not seem to get any better so reluctantly he put the foam plugs in his ears, it helped some.
The plane shook and rattled began to bank one way then another, Holly yelled. “Mulan what the heck are you doing up there?”
Brodie could barely hear her and he was sure that this Mulan lady in the cockpit could not hear her.
“Is everything alright?” Brodie yelled to Holly who was standing only a few feet away.
“No we are not supposed to be going all night, we will put down to refuel.”
Brodie looked at her confused then yelled. “Retool, what are you going to retool what is wrong with the plane.”
Holly shook her head then pointed. “No Mrs. Emily has her cane.”
Brodie shook his head and then waved her off. Holly shrugged and went back towards the cockpit. Brodie could feel the headache growing as his spine shook and then when he realized no one was facing him and no one could hear him he cried and then a few minutes later after he cleaned himself up with a handkerchief he always kept in his pocket he stared off into space and after what could have been ten minutes or two hours he fell asleep.
Not crazy about the title, any suggestions will be duly considered.
The problem I have discovered with this type of writing is if I commit to something in the story there is no taking it back I just have to go with is and write my way out of it.
If you would like to read my last weekly story, A Disinclined Purveyor of Sequential Art here it is. (Written in 2013, the same year my wife left me, so I was a different person back then, and I hope I have learned a lot about writing since then.)
My Response: The prophecy stated that in 60 years if the Stones were not properly aligned then the world would fall under the sway of the demon king for 1000 years. 1956 21 year old Emily the chosen one starts the quest. She arranges half the Stones around the planet, but then falls in love and life happens. Now it is 59 years later, Emily’s husband of 58 years passed away and one of the monks has found Emily and reminds her that she is the chosen one and needs to complete her task. Anyone interested?