After I was too late for the first week of Saturday Centus (I’m quite good at not doing or postponing things I actually want to do) I decided to write this one while the week is still young. It was a bit of a challenge in more than one way: I hate to be brief! And I don’t know anything about flying (I even had to google â€œCessna 172â€). And English isn’t my first language. And I hate to be brief! (I haven’t mentioned it before, have I?) Anyway. Here it is.
The prompt is set in bold:
The small Cessna 172 picked up speed as it roared down the runway, Sara at the controls, the flight instructor beside her, she realised: Today was the day. The day she had dreaded for months. This was not just another lesson – it was her flying test. Sara went back to the dream last night. She was standing on a viewing platform somewhere in the mountains. Then she began to run and jumped over the railing. The feeling was overwhelming. The wind in her hair, tearing at her clothes. She was flying! Her heart wanted to explode. Then Sara heard the instructorâ€™s voice and she was back in the small plane. â€œYou fly like an eagleâ€, the instructor said smiling.