Friday Fictioneers: The View Up Here


PHOTO PROMPT- Copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Here she was at last: her first cross-country flight, from Merrill Field to a small airstrip outside Anchorage. Halfway thru, Sarah saw a round saucer-shaped ship cruising along at her 9 o’clock, noiseless and invisible to her controls. Sarah wiped her eyes with the backs of her hands, and looked again. There was nothing there.

“I am never telling anyone about that.”

“About what?” her flight instructor asked. She still had him on speaker, of course.

“How unbelievably…great this view is.”

“Roger that. See you in a few. Unless the aliens get you first.”


“Just kidding.”