“It’s the wrong way ’round!” the Captain yelled.
“Sorry Cap,” Piper replied.
“Too late to worry now. Like a whiskey, Piper?”
“Would love one, Sir. How much time do we have to drink it?”
The captain looked at his timepiece and softly said, “About two minutes to impact. Drink up!”
Connell Wayne Regner had successfully avoided writing creatively since he wrote spontaneous lyrics to music many years ago. Although from a linguistic background, he has serendipitously succumbed to fiction after spontaneously creating bedtime stories for his children. His other dabblings can be found at paragraphplanet and wtdmagazine.wordpress.com.