My story for this week’s Friday Fictioneers.
Can I Get Out Here, Please?
I love this place, high in the sky, away from everything. This is where I want to be, why won’t they let me out. What’s making them all scream? I’m not going to hurt her, this stewardess, the pretty one who smiled at me when she gave me a drink. The gun is just to get people to listen to me. I wouldn’t use it, not unless I really had to. Wish someone would stop them all screaming, I can’t think straight. All I want is to get out there, that’s all. Please, someone, open the door, let me go.