Sunday, July 2, 2017

The Prisoner's Tale

I picked up my charter in Duluth MN bound for Cairo Il--a lakes freighter captain and wife bound for a late spring vacation. She had on a pair of Levis that were so tight I could see that she had a dime in her right rear pocket--it was heads--and the clearest, most innocent blue eyes. At the time I didn't know she also came equipped with a soul that would give the devil himself pause. And thereby begins my story...


I didn't think much at the time, in fact I was busy with getting the airplane off the ground and so dismissed the attractiveness sitting a few feet behind me.

But by the time I was getting turned onto course and had put the airplane on auto-pilot for climb and cruise I found I was getting a request from the ship captain asking whether his wife could ride the right seat. She was working on her private pilots license and wanted to study how to... And, well you get the idea.

So, sure. Nice scenery for me and maybe some study time for her.

She came up front after we had leveled out and scrambled into the right seat and rewarded me with a perfect smile and a flash of those turquoise eyes. Yeah, she also bumped me a couple of times while climbing into the seat. And maybe those bumps lingered a little and maybe the body parts that bumped were not hands or knees.


I had no idea where this was intended to go so kept my eyes front and center and attended to flying the airplane. But I sure did find those eyes irresistible. Honest to God I tried to keep myself to myself.


Before we started descent I asked her to go back to the passenger cabin and again there were those bumps and the hand overlong on my shoulder as she left the flight deck.


After landing and unloading the captain and the lady both shook my hand. When she did I felt a piece of paper pass from her hand to mine. I put the paper in my pocket and read it later and in private. Yeah, name, rank and serial number, so to speak, were all included. And times when it would be appropriate (her word) for me to call.



I didn't know it at the time, but in a few months she would be rich and I would be in prison for life. Oh yeah, and the captain would be dead.

5 comments:

TachyonDriver said...

WOW! THAT story was rather unexpected! I'm sure you've piqued all our interests in this mysterious tale with the equally mysterious beautiful lady!

Hey Dan - if you need a getaway pilot, then give me a call if you break out of jail, you know I've got some pretty slick machinery at my disposal :D

granitesquare said...

See that you also enjoy watching 'film noir". Interesting story, look forward to the next installment.

Dan George said...

The story will continue when/if I figure out how to convey what I want to do in less the 412 separate installments. It will be a time to time feature.

Mark, see the TV program "Prison Break" for guidance.

TachyonDriver said...

Haha. Thanks Dan!

Ryan Padgett said...

I can land on the prison roof for you if you want!