Flight of the Seaplane
When the seaplane took off, his fist clenched.
“Chris, nothing’s going to happen.”
“I know,” Chris replied. “I can’t help it.”
His fiancee held his hands. He felt heat from her hands. And the smoothness of her skin. And the rattling of the seaplane.
“It’s scary, I know. But it will be fine.”
“What if they hate me?”
“Chris, they’re going to like you. There’s probably a good reason why they gave you up for adoption! If they’re willing to see you, that means something, doesn’t it?”
He returned her smile.
Maybe it was all in his mind.
There is so much I want to say in this story and so much I want to expand on. But alas, the word limit forced me to revise and edit the story to the bare minimum. I still hope the double play of the fear, fear of flying and fear of meeting parents, comes through in this story.
Some day, if I’m up to it, I might expand this story and flesh it out. But for now, this will do.
If you are interested, the prompt is linked below.