Tailwind
My prompt for this is a photo taken by Scott Watson at the Henry Ford Museum in Dearborn, Michigan. I like Scott’s work, so several of his photos have inspired stories of mine. I’ve never piloted an aircraft, and that seems unlikely to change, but I like to imagine how that must feel. I suspect it’s something pilots can feel from time to time, even safely from the ground. Still, comes a time for us all when we really need a co-pilot.
“You know, Willie? I’m right pleased you’re still flying with me.”
“It’s my pleasure, Jack.”
“Hey, just how many times have we gone up together?”
“Well, I don’t rightly know. I’d have to count ’em up.”
“Don’t really matter,” Jack said, stealing a glance over at Willie. It never failed to amaze him how old his co-pilot was looking these days, esp
