Birthday Flight

“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.” she had practiced this day all year round, memorizing how he did everything. Sneaking from home was easy, everyone gone to get things for the party that was to hold on the runway.

As she dashed past the barely completely tent and empty chair stacks, it was all so clear. Her grand entrance to her party, everyone seated waiting and the whirl of blades as she flies past does daddy’s easy turn and lands daintily on the runway.
The take-off was a breeze coasting past the McKellen’s farm cows on the meadow, she thought time to go home a 15 minute flight was all her courage could muster. The winds picked on the turn, little sweat beads gathered in her gloves as she gripped even harder against the gathering winds. The earlier euphoria forgotten, when with dismay Delphine forgot the landing steps, the plane wobbled on the descent. Everyone was indeed there even Aunt Maggie from the city had come.
This is not the entrance I wanted was all she thought as the plane came down hard, she saw her parents eyes widen in horror as the plane skidded past. Grinding to a heated stop, smoke piled from the tires as a pair of sturdy hands yanked me clear of the pilot seat and over a set of shoulders. Safely dropped yards from the plane that was being hosed, I peeled my eyes open. Worried frowns around.
Happy Birthday Delphine, my Aunt broke the silence to my relief.
‘She’s alright Jeff, at least we know where she got her courage from’.
Laughs around. What an entrance I thought as I grinned mischievously behind my dad’s back.

Photo Prompt courtesy – © 2015, Barbara W. Beacham.

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