After a couple of weeks off, here I am, back at Friday Fictioneers on a Wednesday! I was touched by the notes from some who were worried at my absence! Refreshed (sort of) from my week in Cuba with my boys, here is my take on this week’s prompt, photo supplied by our very one hostess, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. (Please, no additional ‘e’, ‘h’ or ‘s’ need be added to her name!)
Now, we all know that we, the Friday Fictioneers, do not like serials on this here forum, though we are good with recurring characters. And, as per the rules, this one is meant to stand alone. But! For those who wonder or remember (and I don’t expect you to), this is the next part of the “Seats 20A and 20C” saga… A story, that I promise you, when I get my ducks in a better row, will be told in its entirety!
So, should you wish to add your story or to read some fabulous ones, please click on the Blue Frog!
Genre: True Story
Word Count: 100
No planes were taking off in the snowstorm. Frustrated, we rented a car and drove from Philadelphia, PA to Newport, VT.
It was a hellish ride in the blinding snow. A Ford F-150 driver, equipped with a plow, advised us the road ahead was closed. He suggested we follow him as he cleared the way for us, leading us to a town. We were exhausted and needed to rest.
It looked like a snowy ghost town.
Heyyyyy, Isn’t this where we went camping a few years ago?
Just like that, I was at Jackson’s on the River, summer of 2010.