Flight 666 to HEL left the tarmac. It was Friday the 13th, 13 minutes past 13 hours.
HEL stood for Helsinki and Maarika had no choice but to take this flight to get to the science conference in time. But as usual she laughed in the face of superstition.
Still, when the plane ran into a thunderstorm, she couldn’t help but be reminded of that Twilight Zone episode with William Shatner. She even checked the wing for a gremlin. Making things even more eerie was the fact that she was the only passenger on board. Clearly the average Fin was more apprehensive about omens then she was.
But alarm bells didn’t really go off in Maarika’s head until she realised she hadn’t seen an air hostess in over an hour. She unbuckled her seatbelt and made her way to the front of the plane. Still not an air hostess in sight. This was getting downright freaky.
Maarika knocked on the cabin door.
It took a while for the door to open but eventually it did. Out stepped the captain, a debonair middle-aged man with plucky black eyebrows.
“I’m trying to navigate this plane through a storm, so can we make this quick?” he asked.
“Sure,” replied Maarika. “Why am I the only one on the plane?”
“The air hostesses are in secure positions. Standard protocol in heavy weather.”
He had a comforting smile. So Maarika returned to her seat, took a quaalude and didn’t wake until the seatbelt sign in front of her started flashing.
“We will soon reach our destination,” the captain reassured her over the intercom.
Below, Helsinki didn’t look nearly as icy as she’d remembered.
Did you enjoy this story? Then why not try the 101 stories in 300 words or less in YOU’RE GETTING SLEEPY, THE HYPNOTIST’S APPRENTICE YAWNED.