Cold feet

‘We need to go,’ Seth yelled. ‘We’re over the zone.’

Cath glanced down then back at the short wing, her arms bridging the door.

‘Take a deep breath and relax. I’ll be with you the whole way.’

‘I can’t!’

‘You can! Close your eyes and shuffle forward as we practiced.’

Far below a patchwork of green field slipped by.

‘I can’t do it, Seth.’

‘Okay. We’re going to turn around and sit down.’

The linked pair slowly pirouetted.  Then Seth lifted Cath by the waist and fell backwards.

‘Seth!’

The noise of the engine disappeared.

‘Oh my God!  It’s beautiful!’


A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.