Week 35: The Mountain: by Dan

It looked stormy up there.

Why couldn’t my relatives choose a better place to reside in, like Spain.

There was only one way up, by plane.

Waffles, the dog and I set off into the air. I had to fly around the back of the mountain to land on the Manor’s private runway.

BEEP! BEEP!  Pull Up, Pull up!

The plane began to plummet into a nosedive. I was heading straight for the river. I leveled the plane off just in time as the aircraft’s underbody skimmed the water.

I looked at the gauges – we were out of fuel.



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