We’re all alone tonight. Just two of us in padded seats and lights down low. There’s no moon tonight and only wispy overcast.
It’s perfect for what we have planned.
My bombardier navigator glances over. “Initial point in thirty seconds. No threats identified.”
They have no idea what is coming.
Jim Purdy is a retired engineering manager who lives in Oregon and spends his day with his faithful dog who never gives him disparagement. She wags her tail as he reads her whatever he has just written.
I want to know what’s coming….
It’s not a romantic alone-in-the-theatre movie date, I know that much!
Tim, My first impulse was to reply, “Don’t ask, and don’t tell.”
But, the if you knew Ray as well as I do, you would know he’s just jerking my chain. I’m just sorry I did not read his comment sooner …
I guess I’m going to have to be the one to spell it out. It’s not so much the prelude to a romantic evening as it is the prelude to the death and destruction of a bombing raid.
I would feel a bit more comfortable if ‘wispy overcast’ became e.g. ‘wispy overcast skies’.
Great idea and shift from one to the other.
Connell, sorry for the delay in reply.
I am always looking for a good edit and proof-read notation. I’ll drop one of the “tonight” mentions in the first paragraph and add the word “skies” at the end of the paragraph and preserve the 50 word limit. Nice catch, buddy!
I’ve got nothing much to add to your first paragraph except to remind you of an old pilots saying, “flying an airplane is hours and hours of boredom intermixed with moments of stark panic”. This 50-W story was just a paraphrasing of that saying with a slight twist from a mind twisted by military.