Who’d have thought it? Me, with my own private jet. Little old Freddy Jones from the rough end of town. Now, Sir Freddy.
You always said I’d make it big one day. You were the only one who had faith in me. Remember when we used to joke about flying off to sunny beaches, just the two of us, in our own little jet.
Well, I’ve done it love. Got the little jet. Even got my own pilot who’ll take me to any beach in the world. Anywhere I like.
Just wish you were still here to come with me.
A 100 word story for Friday Fictioneers