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A LITTLE DETOUR
GONE WITH THE WIND
Our Captain confidently stated, “It’s just a little detour, nothing more will go amiss… I’ve got this.”
He had kept us all aloft, since there’s no chance any longer of our landing being soft. After hitting those trees, once passed the first rift, it set us completely adrift and increased our whole lift.
When we first dipped, being so badly ill-equipped, that’s when the ridge was aggressively clipped, losing several key parts of the lower airship.
The lack of weight blew us much higher — far too high we flew — and currents farther than any of us knew.
We’ve been off course for more than three days. I heard one crewman say, “Our Captain has lost all the known airways.”
We’re descending now into this strange unknown land. None of our journey has gone as planned. With the hand of fate, we all now stand.
It’s going to get rough if we hit those nearby bluffs. Nothing prepared us for any of this stuff. We’ve all totally had quite enough.
It was supposed to be a simple sightseeing tour.
We may not survive this “Little Detour”.
© 2024 Peter W. Collier
