“Rat-a-tat-tat!” Sam maneuvered the folded remains of the notepad into familiar twisting dogfights. “K-pow!” One, then two paper planes went down in imaginary flames.
My old injuries ached, and I shifted against the smooth leather of my chair. Who had told my grandson? Who had let him watch the video?
“Then,” the boy narrated, “the bastards snuck up from behind and … boom!” The last plane – my plane – spiraled to the green carpet. “That’s how it happened, right grandpa?”
I rose, balanced on my prosthetic legs, and left the house in silence.
This week’s weekly challenge was Airplane. As always, you can read my story below, and hear my story alone. You can also go to the 100 Word Stories site and podcast to read and hear the rest of the stories, and vote for your favorites! (Which could, of course, include mine…)