Wednesday's Words on a Friday

 

The original Words for Wednesday was begun by Delores and eventually taken over by a moveable feast of participants when Delores had computer troubles. Sadly, Delores has now closed her blog forever due to other problems.

The aim of the words is to encourage us to write. A story, a poem, whatever comes to mind.

If you are posting an entry on your own blog, please let us know so we can come along to read it and add a few encouraging words.

This month the words/prompts are supplied by messymimi and can be found here

This week's words/prompts are: 

1. steward 

2. mechanical 

3. trail 

4. restrict 

5. nun 

6. scale 

and/or: 

1. oppugned 

2. autodidact 

3. non-fungible 

4. widdershins

I have only used the first set. 

Here is my story:

The buzzer lit up and after checking the seat number I sighed. Heavily. “Something wrong?” asked Reuben. “It’s that nun in seat 14B again. She’s had me running almost since takeoff.” I said. “I wondered about that trail worn into the carpet,” said Reuben with a huge grin on his face. “Why don’t you go this time,” I asked him. “I have to deliver the champagne to first class,” Reuben grinned at me. He loved the first class duty roster, the passengers always pressed big tips on him. I enjoyed it too, whenever it was my turn, we always took home much more money than our regular pay scale. I sighed and turned to the curtain leading to the economy seats.

Sister Barbara spotted me right away. “Oh steward! Over here dear, if you wouldn’t mind,” she said. “How can I help Sister,” I asked. “Is there something specific you need? Water? A blanket perhaps?” I hoped she might want to sleep for the rest of the trip. “Oh no, I just have a few questions. I’ve been reading this booklet about what to do in an emergency, and I remember what that other steward said about the oxygen masks and other things. Now I want you to be completely honest. How mechanically sound is this plane? Do we have too many passengers? Are we all carrying too much luggage? I did restrict myself to just one small case, but I saw a whole trailer load being carted out and loaded.”

I reassured her as best as I could. ”Sister, when we book our passengers, we take into account the weight of their luggage, we know how many cases they will be bringing aboard (not exactly a truth, but she won’t know that) and we always restrict the weight to fall within the limits of the plane, with space to spare. You are perfectly safe on this flight. I have personally flown this trip several times already this year and there has never been a spot of trouble. (Apart from that drunk man who woke up and panicked because he had no idea where he was, but she didn’t need to know that either.)

Sister Barbara took my hand saying, “Thank you George, I know I might be a bit of a bother, but I have never flown before and you have made me feel so safe.”