If you walk through the town
You may pass some people with a frown
This is due to their destination
For along the street of fascination
Or so the lyrics of cute say
Mumbling and chanting the pray
For at the end of the cobbled lane
Stands a portal of this plain…..
The line was short, perhaps the other passengers had not heard the call. I opened the airline app on my pixel android phone, from my left inside suit jacket pocket I pulled out my passport.
Flicking it over to the photo id section, ready for the air steward.
Next
“thanks!”
I passed over the phone and held up the passport.
Thank you, don’t forget you need to renew your passport before November.
“Cheers!”
I took my phone and passport back and walked through the door on to the tarmac, walking towards thet twin proller plane. It was a Flybe one, the final destination was Manchester.
I saw a member of the ground crew observing the passengers as they came out.
I made the way to the back of the plane and up the walkway.
Nothing was untoward as i entered the plane, findimg my seat, the usual spiel was done by the cabin crew and we were taxiing to the runway.
As the pilot powered up the engines we where pressed into our seats as the plane raced down getting that fine balance to allow the plane to take off.
As we climbed into the sky I stared out the window looking at the scenery.
Omph
I heard the sound and looked up, there was a large bloke stumbling down the aisle towards the toilet.
As he passed by I watched he appeared drunk. Once he’d gone by I returned to the window and got lost in my thoughts.
Bing bong
The captain began speaking over the tannoy, “cabin crew we will be decending in 10mims”
there once was a frog on a log,
Who sang to quaint ditty,
About his life with his wife in the city
You see she was a little hedgehog
Who loved her mate
But sadly she met an unkind fate
When during labour something went wrong
The nurse hit a gong
And out came a Spikey frog 🐸
Or as I like to call him a Sprog
The rain fell hard in the grey dusk sky, it had been raining like this for 3 days. The second water butt in the garden had reached saturation and the water was pouring out from under the lid. Mack had been watching it on and off each day. He’d sealed it the previous year but it appeared to make no difference.
The tomcat from next door, sheltering under the tall conifers in the corner of the garden. Was pacing backwards and forwards not liking caged tiger, snarling at the rain. The big conifer was able to keep him dry, but then it had been there for the last thirty years. Twenty years ago, he had buried his old friend at the base of the trunk and the tree had bloomed so much that it became a giant.
Ring ring ring ring, Mack came back to his senses he stood up walked over to the phone, he picked it up and looked at the display, PRIVATE showed. “Hello, Mack Jackson here.”
“It’s Bob here, we have a situation we need you to come in.”
“Bob, I am out I have been for five years.”
“I know, but I need a favour….”
“Damn it, Bob, OK I’ll come in! But this is the last time”
“Mack thank you, I appreciate it, I’ll send a car, be with you in 20mins”
Click.
Mack placed then phone back in its cradle. He turned back to the French windows. “Fuck, why did he have to call I was Out. To quote Don Corleone, just as I get out they PULL me back in.”
The rain was still lashing it down, he shrugged his shoulders and headed for the garage.