10-27-2020, 05:09 PM
Once again, Orville returned to the abandoned airstrip. This time, with a friend.
Delia was perplexed. Not sure what to make of it. And Orville was acting funny.
He sat behind the wheel nervously as the old bucket of bolts idled. He wasn't sure of his
next move. But he needed to get some thinking done. This was the place for that.
"We flyin' to the Bahamas?" she asked sarcastically.
He ignored her dig. His hands gripping tighter around the 10 and 2 positions of the steering wheel.
"Because I didn't bring my passport" she said with comic delivery.
Once the fear and panic had settled, Delia found her footing and if this were to be her end then
she would meet it on her own terms. By taking cheap shots at Orville. It was her way.
"I need a moment to think, can you please just keep quiet??" asked a very flustered Orville.
Delia relented. But only momentarily.
"What rating does this airline even have?" she asked nearly laughing.
"SHUT UP! Shut your goddamned mouth, NOW!!" screamed the very agitated man.
Delia knew he wasn't going to kill her. That's who he was taking her to, whomever that would be.
"Look, it's nearly 5am and the sun will be up soon. I'd like to take a nap, so can you turn the engine off?" she asked.
Orville lifted his eyes to the rearview mirror where he found Delia's veiled smirk.
"Not really in the position to be making demands, are you?" he said confidently.
"It was a request" she said in correction.
Orville turned the engine off. "Thank you" Delia said appreciatively.
The pressure was weighing on Shotsworth. He began mumbling to himself incoherently.
"Never before 6am, never before 6am, don't you ever disturb me before 6am..." he lamented.
Delia had slouched down in the back seat but couldn't help overhearing his words.
"Sounds like good advice to me" she offered.
Without missing a beat, Orville swung around with venom "You have an hour... make the best of it!"
He turned back facing forward. Finding another tight grip on the wheel.
Delia was perplexed. Not sure what to make of it. And Orville was acting funny.
He sat behind the wheel nervously as the old bucket of bolts idled. He wasn't sure of his
next move. But he needed to get some thinking done. This was the place for that.
"We flyin' to the Bahamas?" she asked sarcastically.
He ignored her dig. His hands gripping tighter around the 10 and 2 positions of the steering wheel.
"Because I didn't bring my passport" she said with comic delivery.
Once the fear and panic had settled, Delia found her footing and if this were to be her end then
she would meet it on her own terms. By taking cheap shots at Orville. It was her way.
"I need a moment to think, can you please just keep quiet??" asked a very flustered Orville.
Delia relented. But only momentarily.
"What rating does this airline even have?" she asked nearly laughing.
"SHUT UP! Shut your goddamned mouth, NOW!!" screamed the very agitated man.
Delia knew he wasn't going to kill her. That's who he was taking her to, whomever that would be.
"Look, it's nearly 5am and the sun will be up soon. I'd like to take a nap, so can you turn the engine off?" she asked.
Orville lifted his eyes to the rearview mirror where he found Delia's veiled smirk.
"Not really in the position to be making demands, are you?" he said confidently.
"It was a request" she said in correction.
Orville turned the engine off. "Thank you" Delia said appreciatively.
The pressure was weighing on Shotsworth. He began mumbling to himself incoherently.
"Never before 6am, never before 6am, don't you ever disturb me before 6am..." he lamented.
Delia had slouched down in the back seat but couldn't help overhearing his words.
"Sounds like good advice to me" she offered.
Without missing a beat, Orville swung around with venom "You have an hour... make the best of it!"
He turned back facing forward. Finding another tight grip on the wheel.
