“Must I?” pleaded Orville.
“Yes” said Wilbur.
“Why not you?”
“I don’t like heights. You’ve got cushions in case it goes wrong”
“Goes wrong? It’s supposed to be safe”
Orville’s pleas went unheard. The Flyer spluttered into life, and the Wright Brother’s fragile timber and cloth contraption bounced its way off the ground.
“Oooo … I’m coming down… I don’t like it”
Twelve seconds and one hundred and twenty feet later, the flying machine landed with a bump.
A proud Wilbur addressed the assembled crowd.
“One day man will fly across oceans”
“Bugger that” shouted Orville “They can do it without me! I’m off for a beer”
Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle who also provided this week’s picture.
Prod the frog to read other’s stories.