Microlighters

This is the start of the adventures of Clive.

Clive was a young boy aged 15 and every time he heard an airborne device, his eyes would pass a glance to the sky as no matter what type it was the fact that it was airborne took all his attention and helped grow the will to fly one day.
Just before his 16th birthday............................

in 1955, he was on his very unservicble moped passing the airfield when he saw a plane trying to land but with a lot of smoke puring from the engin........................







Now every time you log on you must carry on with the story as you see fitand the next and so on.

Next minute the plane dropped liek crazy, hit a fence, slid over the road and grass and then rammed into the hangar of the Strawberry Flight School, where the boy had his summer job.

The boy had no time to think. He heard a sound, but it was muffled by a screaming engine. It wasn’t until he went round the back of the hangar that he saw a plane crashed halfway through the side of the warehouse.
Flames, smoke, and jet fuel were spewing from the wreckage, and he was worried of a possible explosion. It was just like on TV, only more scary and real.

He yelled for his boss to get away from the plane and call 911, and when he was about to go, he heard a woman screaming, ‘Help me, please!"
He turned around to find a passenger trying to exit the wreckage, but a massive snowdrift had blocked her way. He leaned against the enflamed plane in order to help free her, but no sooner was she out that another voice behind him was calling for help. A passenger approximately in his 50's was trying to take the same route out, and once again the boy went back to help. It seemed that every time he turned around, another voice was calling.

He helped 5 people get away from the wreckage. The one man he does remember very clearly was the co-pilot of the plane, who told him not to risk his life. The co-pilot was on the floor next to a river of fuel, and he was stuck. The boy did try to grab him, but he kept saying, "leave me, save yourself." He knew the plane could explode any minute, and didn’t want the boy caught in the impact. The more he tried to help, the more the co-pilot resisted and urged him to flee.

At one point, he got angry and shouted at him to eb a man and get to his feet. With that, the co-pilot stumbled up with the help of the boy and they both limped to safety.

As they were limping away from the wreckage of plane and hangar, there was an almighty explosion which threw them off their feet and about 15 meters from where they were. Luckily they landed in soft snow and had no further injuries to deal with. When the flames had subsided and everything was calm, Clive looked around his immediate surroundings. He was surprised to notice that there were 4 large trunks lying in the snow. Each had a huge padlock locking it and was bound by strong steel braces. He turned to the co pilot............

..and
option A) Kissed him or...
option B) Punched his lights out (he saw the boxes had the bullion stamps on)...

or...just kidding, let's think of something better.

Nkwazi wrote:He turned to the co pilot............

and realised for the first time that he had a distinct Columbian look about him. One of the crates had cracked open but the surrounding snow disguised the powdery contents spilling from it.

He looked over the co-pilot's shoulder and a vision of loveliness overcame him......

but with the blink of an eye his fist lunged forward and connected with the jaw and he was a gonner.
Now it was time to..............

Everyone eyes each other suspiciously, until the woman, who suddenly transformed from a shreiking wreck into quite a hot babe within a moment, stands up, brushes off some muck, shakes the mane and says,

" OK, for saving us, I will grant you one choice of the trunks"

But their is a riddle " a picture paints a thousand words:



he he he he he

You have to solve it to take the case.

Clive starts making his way towards the case, his mind working overtime to solve the riddle.
“Clive!” And as he turned around he was looking down the barrel of a gun.

BANG – BANG – BANG, three shots went off and Clive could feel the blood running down his legs.

“Clive! Clive what the f#*k! Wake-up! You were supposed to clean the plane, tomorrow is the big day.

Clive looked straight into the eyes of uncle Bob, owner of Strawberry flight school and just knew he is stuffed now. Tomorrow is his 16th birthday and uncle Bob has promised him his first hour of flight training. Not only has he dozed off, but also he realized that he also pissed on the left seat of uncle Bob’s pride and joy.

Strawberry flight school is located outside Magalliesburg, about fifteen minutes drive from the local watering hole where Uncle Bob would spend most of his days. When there are no customers of course. Now Uncle Bob is a humble man, but he does have a secret, an affinity for the green stuff, if you know what I mean. It all started many years ago when he befriended a man from Swaziland…………………

Who said that if Uncle bob would fly him around every now and then without asking questions he would keep the grass at home greener than it has ever been Uncle Bob being the humble happy man agreed to help the man.

Clive has been waiting for this first flight most of his life and now it was so close he could almost tase it ...

Nice twist M.
This has the makings of a novel, however I see it going south very quickly.....

andreb wrote:Nice twist M.
This has the makings of a novel, however I see it going south very quickly.....

who`s "M"

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