Both the pilot and copilot had taken ill. The doctor deemed it food poisoning. Ted looked out the window at the earth below, wondering if he could get the plane back on the ground. Nerves had ended his career as a pilot and he’d developed a severe drinking problem. He looked at the cocktail on the tray in front of him, wondering if it would calm his nerves or rattle them more. The doctor looked at him with gravity.
“Can you fly this plane and land it?”
“Surely you can’t be serious.”
“ I am serious, and don’t call me Shirley.”
This week’s entry for the Friday Fictioneers, a 100 word story based on the photo prompt above.
Kind of a cop out I know, recycling old content from the rubbish heap, but I just couldn’t help myself. My ‘ode to the silliest movie ever made, not including Sharknado.
Surely I must be joking. No, I’m dead serious. And don’t call me Shirley.