“Mm…if we’re landing then it’s Singapore, Dick.”
“I don’t think so, Arch. Not unless the Chinese didn’t pay their light bill….”
“Whoa! Where’s Singapore, Dick?”
“Another 300 km away, gentlemen. We’re on approach.” The pretty flight attendant smiled….
The cabin was empty. Everyone disappeared, leaving Archie and Dick clueless.
“Do we have a pilot? Dick! Go fly the plane!”
“Have you lost your frontal lobe, Arch? I fly a Cessna!”
“Suck it up, Nancy!”
“Hey, Arch. You’ve gotta hear a doozy of a dream….”
“We were alone on the plane–you landed it…right?”
Photo Prompt: Copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Word Count: 100
Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting Friday Fictioneers at Addicted to Purple