Throughout the day a straggling line of bewildered souls meandered through the airport to a previously unseen check-in desk beneath a blue screen showing a destination of which few had heard.
As the sun sank in a ball of orange flame, the last of the passengers boarded the plane which had waited all day on the airport perimeter. Pulling back unaided, it trundled unannounced to the head of the runway.
As perplexed air traffic controllers looked on, the aircraft sped down the runway, before soaring into the gathering twilight
Next day the world read about the events that had taken place in (…………) *
* Insert as applicable: Rwanda, Syria, Srebrenica, Oradour sur Glane….. the list is seemingly endless. 😦
Friday Fictioneers photo prompt this week comes courtesy of Rich Voza. Dark again, sorry.