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.

That night she made her play, sneaking out while her Father was out flying an emergency delivery for the Post Office using their plane.

It was easy as they lived in an old converted hanger right on the airfield.

Sitting in the pilot’s seat she eyed all the controls and went through the motions she saw her father do hundreds of times.

No matter how much she begged he never let her fly.

The small single prop rumbled to life tensing her tiny body in fear from the violent vibrations.

‘This was stupid,’ she thought to herself.

The engine promptly died as the passenger door opened.

“Going somewhere birthday girl?” her father smiled as he fitted himself into the passenger seat.

Delphine was silent and ready for a thrashing. Her father calmly buckled his seatbelt and pushed the starter.

“Passenger is ready,” they smiled at each other as she took her first night solo flight.


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Mondays Finish the Story – July 13th, 2015

© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

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July 14th, 2015

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