Her eye lids were heavy and beyond her control. A sensation of cold was seeping beneath her skin. A faint scent drifted in the air, of alcohol and sweat and coffee and violets. She tried to battle the mist surrounding her thoughts, tasting the fear but unable to scream. Then came the light, slowly at first. First one eye, then the other. She felt the cold disappearing, felt the warmth of a hand covering hers. “Why do you fly so much, when you know you hate it” said her husband releasing her hand and waving for another G & T.
My 1st attempt at 100 words for FridayFiction
19 thoughts on “Flying High”
It’s pretty good. Flying can be nerve-racking, true.
Great capture of the terror she’s experiencing facing up to her phobia. Phobias always seem so inexplicable to the people on the outside but you got right in her head.
Thank you, weird trying to say all you want in just 100 words
As a founder of the mile high white-knuckle club (as opposed to the other one) I could identify with this. Nicely done and welcome. Hope to see you again soon.
Thanks, Glad you clarified which mile high club, I was a bit worried at first, lol
Welcome, Helen, and nicely captured fear sensations.
Thank you, my first attempt at friday fiction. Looking forward to the next one and hopefully getting a bit of inspiration from you other writers.
Welcome to the party! Good first effort. Great descriptive detail. Especially liked the scents. You tapped into a fear shared by many. Ron
Thank you. I’m really glad I found this blog, looking forward to the next one
I liked your first attempt very much, and look forward to seeing a second, a third, a… attempts as well!
ahh, I didn’t realise you could redo. Thanks for the comment
As often as you like, each and every week if the muse moves you =)
First, welcome to Friday Fictioneers. I have a close friend who is terrified of flying. I thought of her as I read this. Well done. I look forward to reading more from you.
Many thanks for the comment 🙂
Great transition at the end. I was expecting something ominous….
Thanks for the comment. I seem to be always trying to put a twist into my endings.
Nothing like starting a trip with a hangover! Lol
I must admit flying does lead me to drink, lol