Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Just Another Flight: My attempt at short fiction

After flying budget airlines and reading a lot of specific authors during my life, I decided to try my hand at writing. You can skip this if you're not in the mood. No worries!

Just Another Flight


Just another day routine. You park the car in the short-term lot, collect your briefcase, and rummage through your documents to ensure you’re not forgetting the essentials. Lock the car, find the check in gate underneath the blasé signs indicating something like “safest travel in the skies” “highest chance to make it!” or even “your adventures begin here.” Don’t check a bag, that only leads to more complications later if…

The ticket counter is equipped with all you’re going to need. Tags, maps, orange plastic whistles, . For a company that is combined with the entertainment industry, you expect a little bit of a higher standard, but you’ll take anything that would “help you” in a situation like that one. Yea yea, you sign the waiver. You understand the danger of taking the flight. Behind you edges nervously a younger pre-maturely balding man. Must be in his 20’s. Shame. Must be a first time flyer. He hugs some belated family member there with trepidation, and your mind (briefly) flicks to the first time you flew.

How many years has it been since then? Do you remember the first one? The plane was booked, college students heading on a trip to the Bahamas, or was it Europe? It doesn’t matter now, all you remember is her. The assortment of bracelets lining her wrists. The slightly odd way she leaned back and examined you when you tried to make small talk. The brevity, but the depth, of the conversation. Every single line. The ease you’ll never again feel with anyone in the air, all because you hadn’t tried it before. But for this cost, why not try it?

No, you can’t go back to that. Pick up your ticket, find your way past security to the “final resting place” as the companies have so ironically settled upon. 15 minutes until boarding? Time to check the gift shop. Let’s see, book aisle. Bibles, Bhagavad  Gitas, Book of Mormon, Scientology handbooks, Buddhist doctrine… They must make a killing off the first timers. Your favourite “Finding God in 5 minutes- Trust us, you’ll be motivated.” Not for today, but maybe next time. This entire thing has made you rather disenchanted.

What drinks do they have? “Coke- Down to your last refreshing sip” “Fanta- Taste the Breeze of the Tropics as the wind rushes through your hair” or possibly the most straightforward one “4loco- because you’re going to die anyways.” At least these advertising departments aren’t attempting to sugar-coat the situation.

“FINAL BOARDING CALL, FINAL DESTINATION AIR FLIGHT 10-54, NON-STOP SERVICE TO LOS ANGELES” Shoot. You’re late. Training has convinced you never to run, as if you’re eager about this, so you meander over to see the file marching solemnly into the plane.

You sit down in the mahogany-scented leather chair this company has set you up with, next to the other 60 or so passengers. You notice the young man from earlier significantly more at ease than the first time you saw him. He must have hit up the airport bar in his time. Can’t blame him. Enough to drive any man to drink, that. He has taken advantage of the massage bath at his feet, and is falling deeper into a trance of calm as the final checks are made before the door closes. You read whatever the airline is offering for material as you tune out the familiar airline safety speech.


“Blah blah blah…thank you for flying Fina….blah blah blah…in case of an emergency, place your head between your knees….blah blah blah…last chance to exit the plane now…blah blah blah…not accountable for personal items wanted to be reclaimed after…blah blah blah.”

30 minutes

And then, off into the air for one more time. Long flight, you feel like you’re almost cheating the system with just a 1:60 chance, but that was the deal struck up when the companies all went belly up. Pull out a cigar, read over the financial reports for your meeting with the west coast boss. Disturbance? Glance over the aisle at the younger man, who has taken it upon himself to discover what every one of the 25 buttons equipped on his tray table will pop up with.

15 minutes

Total amateur.

Is it worth it to slip into sleep? Maybe in the old days like when Dad used to fly. New York to LA in 5 hours? Thank God for advances in technology. What would you do without those extra 4 hours? You escape from your fond reverie of a lost time to see that you’ve reached the stratosphere. As close to the point as you’re going to get for cruising altitude.

5 minutes

The flight attendants come over the intercom again, this time urging people to start making calls if they’re having a particularly unlucky day. This is where you start to see the religious folks come out. Out with the St. Christopher medallions, the prayers, the good luck totems, the incense, the crying.. you name it. Anything that helps. Young man across the aisle- he must have found the in-flight liquor cabinet

3 minutes

People start strapping in. Either way, you’re going to have to stay seated. You decide it’s about that time, so you buckle in and start thinking about your acts of Karma over the last week. Was it 75 or 50 cents that you gave to the homeless man? Hmmm

2 minutes

Flight attendants clear the bathrooms; ensure everyone’s properly strapped in. Proceed to the front of the cabin behind the air-seal

30 seconds

No turning back now, individual seats begin the process of equalizing pressure. Close your eyes.
This is just the same as it has been the last 30 times or so

5 seconds

Did you lock that car door? Because you think you left that watch your family gave you for Christmas in the glove-

Time is up

The plane immediately dives left; you shoot your gaze across and watch as the tiles underneath start retracting immediately. Horror and realization come over his face. You make eye contact with him for a fraction of a second, with the beginning of an H- forming on his lips.
Then.
The young man and his seat have entirely vanished, only to be replaced with a gaping hole in the floor. Slowly the tiles start accumulating together into their previous shape with the familiar mechanical whir, replacing any trace of anything that was there before.

 Just.

Empty space.

Must be unlucky for that first time flyer. But, that’s what you get for flying budget airlines for this cost.

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