They’d done this twice already and knew the drill. Disembark, collect the luggage, find the drivers, and go to the hotel. Tiring, but simple.
When they reached the ground, it was to find a wall of soldiers with a brass band waiting in the wings. After a moment of confusion, the Minister of the Military’s reception committee stepped to the side.
Wrong plane.
The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction 55 is hosted by the G-man, a host with the most.
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