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 none had heard.
The sun sank in a ball of orange flame, as the last of the passengers boarded a plane that had lingered all day on the airport perimeter. Pulling back unaided, it trundled uncleared, 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, as the world read about the events that were taking place in (…………) *
* Insert as applicable: Rwanda, Syria, Srebrenica, Oradour sur Glane….. the list is seemingly endless.
The last time I ran this for the prompt, it’s fair to say that a lot of people didn’t understand it. So probably no change there then. 🙂 So I’ve doctored a few words here and there, and paused for a moment to reflect on how many more places could have been added to the footnote in the intervening three years…
Apologies if I didn’t comment on yours last week. An ongoing fault (nine days!) on our broadband line reduced my connection to something less than dial-up speed, and I eventually lost the will to live.
Thanks Rochelle, for allowing the opportunity to try again with this, and to Rich Voza for a wonderfully evocative photo.