I said I was going to try to write some descriptive stories this month. I’d like to make it a series. A little ambitious? Probably! But I’d like to make this a weekly thing, so I need to force myself with public accountability.
I’m calling it Fiction Friday. I may make it a link up at some point if I can figure out how to implement a linking tool on my site. I welcome all tips from other bloggers on that.
Here is my first attempt. It’s a little short. I’ll try for something longer next week.
“We are beginning our final descent into Seattle. Please fasten your seat belts, make sure your tray tables are stowed and your seat backs are brought to an upright position. We will be landing in 20 minutes.” The flight attendant’s voice cut out abruptly.
Oh my god! Am I really doing this? Casey thought. Am I really moving to a place where I know no one? She was traveling across the country to spend a year doing volunteer work in an unknown city. She’d gone away to college, but she and her twin sister had started together their freshman year. This was the first time she’d moved somewhere alone.
OK. Don’t freak out. She told herself. You can do this. It’s a chance to reinvent yourself. Remember the plan. You’re going to be your true self. Camp Casey so to speak. It’ll be great. No one knows you. That’s a good thing.
Casey took a deep breathe. She checked her seat belt. It was still fastened. She didn’t need to move her seat back. She never reclined on airplanes. She found it rude to invade the space of the person behind her.
She put up her tray table, gathered her garbage, and waited for the flight attendant to come by. Once her trash had been collected, she picked up her novel, the most recent YA contemporary, her favorite genre. She gripped the book tightly while focusing her gaze out the window as the plane descended towards the clouds.
She could see the peak of Mt. Rainier above the thick cloud cover. When the plane broke through, it was raining. Of course it’s raining. She thought. This is Seattle.
Casey shifted her eyes forward and stared intently at the back of the seat in front of her. She adjusted the air flow using the control above her. She got motion sickness sometimes during landing. Eventually she closed her eyes and continued taking deep breaths until the plane touched down on the runway.
I’m here. This is happening whether I’m ready or not. She unbuckled her seat belt as soon as the captain turned off the fasten seat belt sign. Then Casey collected her bag from the floor, tucking her book inside. She waited impatiently until the passengers in front of her had exited the plane.
When it was her turn, she exited the row swiftly. She didn’t want to cause any more delay for the passengers behind her. She said goodbye to the flight attendants as she departed the plane. She walked as briskly as possible up the jet way and finally emerged into the Seattle airport.
Well, here I go. The beginning of a new chapter. I’ve got this. She thought, feeling more confident with each step.
Are you an aspiring writer? Do you write short stories? I’d love to read some. I welcome all links in the comments.