This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘Putting My Feet In the Dirt’, Writing Prompts hosted by ‘M’.
Which can be found by following the link below..


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by John Yeo

  Captain Peter Rochester was a tall man with medium length hair that looked as if it retained its youthful looks with the aid of a proprietary hair dye. Retirement had come as an unwelcome shock since he’d retired from the Air Force. Still a relatively young man he received a good pension. Rosa, his wife was a retired fashion model. Still as glamorous as ever, in a mature way, Rosa still worked infrequently on a self employed basis. They were comfortably off and the future looked secure.
  Then the advert below appeared in his trade paper and his fertile brain came up with some ideas to alleviate the interminable boredom he was currently experiencing.

Twin Engine Turbine for Sale

‘Select from the twin engine turbine aircraft for sale manufacturers below to view aircraft designations by model. These twin engine turbine aircraft for sale are available immediately.’

  ‘Rosa, this looks interesting, we can set up in business as couriers and make some money if we look into this.’ 

 Rosa smiled and nodded,  ‘OK Pete!’ she replied, ‘I suspect you’ll need me to do the paperwork.’

  Several days later, after the financial matters had been settled, Captain Peter arranged to rent a hangar to house the aircraft at a tiny local airfield.

  Captain Peter was in his element as he flew above the countryside enjoying the view of the fields and villages spread out below. Suddenly with an almighty bang, an object collided with his left hand engine and a fire broke out. 

  He radioed the local Air Traffic Control, and gave them his position. ‘I’ve been hit by what looks like a rogue drone! I’m going to crash-land in the fields below. My left engine is hit and I’m flying using my twin right engine.’

  Suddenly his engine failed altogether and the aircraft crash landed.

There was a deathly silence over the burning aircraft as Captain Peter Rochester breathed his last breath.

© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.


 I am taking part in Mondays Finish the Story 17/08/2015, which is a challenge that provides a photo prompt and the opening sentence to your story. The rules indicate that the story you come up with must be between 100-150 words, not including the given opening sentence.

The link below takes you to Part Thirty-Six

image© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

Finish the story begins with:

I see absolutely everything.”

The old man who had guided them through the jungle waved the hieroglyph of a huge eye and excitedly made the motions of flight. Marg was amazed and contacted the Brigadier.
“I have an idea if we send up a silent drone containing a camera with infra-red heat seeking equipment we will find the hidden labs and the helicopter survivors in one sweep.”
One of his senior officers laughed loudly and asked disparaging.
“If a man-powered helicopter can’t locate the labs, how can a drone?”
“The silence is the key!” Exclaimed Marg. “The drone cannot be heard as it approaches.”
Fighting broke out in the distance and Don Fernando was soon in contact reporting some success in the search as one of the dead renegades had made a dying remark about the captives.
He spat out out the words. “Now your friends will die.”
Marg said. “We will……………..

(150 WORDS)

To be continued…….

The link below takes you to Part Thirty-Six


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