The challenge for Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner will open early Wednesday morning, March 15th. Allow the prompt to take you anywhere you want to go! (Limit your stories to 200 words.)
This challenge is open until 11:00 pm Friday night, March 24th, 2017.
“If you crash me into the fricking cliff and ruin this new paint job, I am fricking gonna kill you!”
He was gonna chill all right, right after he killed his best friend. They’d (whoever they were) told him not to work with his best friend. The stress of the job would tear them apart. He’d laughed. He’d told them to shut up. Nothing came between bros.
Now, Jeremy dangling 50 feet below the copter, struggling to help the trapped climber, he reconsidered the maxim. Fought to keep the copter in one place – approximately. Any more wind and they’d have to abort. In fact, the tower was telling him to get the hell out.
Jeremy would never abandon the climber. He just wished he’d hurry the frick up.
His headset crackled.
At the same moment, he heard Greg crank the lift, pulling Jeremy and the hiker to safety. As soon as they hit the door, Greg shouted for him to go.
He struggled to fly against rising winds, away from the cliff. For a moment, he thought a fiery crash was their future, then the copter responded, circling away, back to safety.
He glanced back, gave Jeremy a thumbs-up.
Tonight was a fricking Bud Night.