We glided across the water like I was in a Tarzan episode, deep in the seventies.
Without thoughts of crocodiles or poison darts, I stepped heroically into the waiting dinghy. Continuing in the part, I braced as we sped over the lake, mooring at the jetty outside my new office – the Royal Flying Doctor’s Service.
Hands extended to assist my disembarkation and show the way. But their ready smiles and warm handshakes froze upon the news.
I was not the new nurse, or the doctor.
“Don’t worry,” I said, ruefully, “I do know how to fly a plane.”
The Royal Flying Doctor Service is an aeromedical service to provide emergency medical treatment to people in Outback and remote Australia. It was begun in 1928 and I think has only had 2 female pilots.
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The chlorine hit me as soon as the automatic door opened, flooding me with memories. Entry from a dive was shocking, whether it was warm, cold or in-between. I’d always loved the viscosity of the union.
I inhaled deeply and my eyes skimmed the water’s surface then closed, seeing
my raised arm and feeling the urgency of breathing deeply. Exhaling hard.
Her touch on my shoulder brought me back and I smiled as the lift was attached and I was hoisted into the air and slowly into the pool, keeping my head still. The only thing I could control now.
I’m indulging in my writing urges by joining the Friday Fictioneers, where the aim is to use a photo prompt to write a story in 100 words or less. So, if you ever decide to read on, the pain will be short-lived.
many others, it was a shell of its former self. But something about its aspect
and the backdrop of escarpment made me stop.
Ruins are like a 3D novel. Two rooms, so they had money, or planned a big family to help with the sheep and the wheat. The aspect from their windows, across the saltbush and gently undulating plains to the shadowy forms of rising hills beyond, would have inspired them. Beyond drought and dying crops, livestock or offspring.
Maybe they prospered and moved into town, from where they managed without heat and dreams. And remembered this.