Jack guided the plane he had just landed at the small, private airport to the far end of the runway, jumped down onto the tarmac, ran over to Victor, who was standing next to his car, and breathlessly said, “I got here as fast as I could, Victor. We need to hit the road now, so where the hell is Charlie?”
Victor shook his head and said, “Oh Jack, you know that Charlie has no sense of urgency so he decided to take the train.”
Written for this week’s Three Line Tales prompt from Sonya. Photo by Miles Loewen via Unsplash.