You might think, ‘What, again already?’ but the weekly Friday Fictioneer photo prompt can’t arrive fast enough for me. It’s a great opportunity to test my ability for shaving down the words used in a story, to the bare essentials. So here is this week’s effort:
Photo copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
I stand beside my counsellor on the flat roof and wait for the helicopter. My legs tremble. Will I have the nerve to board it, to fly at last? Or will I dissolve in panic like the last time I tried?
The throb of engines buffets away my counsellor’s last minute advice as the machine descends onto the helipad. We duck beneath the rotor blades and suddenly I’m aboard.
My shaking hands fumble with the seat belt. The counsellor clicks the clip.
High above a jet stream streaks across the sky.
Is this my first step to freedom?