“I thought it’d be a big jet.” Narelle said to the steward.
“Not a popular destination.”
“I jumped at the chance to nurse in Cooktown. Sun, sand,surfing. Heaven.”
“You’ll certainly get the sand and sun.”
“ETA four hours.” Narelle settled back to enjoy the flight. This was her first post-grad job and she still couldn’t believe her luck landing this destination.
On arrival, she stood at the jet’s door seeing nothing but red sand as she wilted in the oppressive heat. Entering the terminal she was greeted with ‘Welcome to Cookton.’ Life in the desert had not been her plan.
In response to the photo prompt kindly provided by Melanie Greenwood and the hosting by Rochelle who invites us to write a flash of no more than 100 words and link up via the blue frog on her site. If you don’t want to write have a read as there is always a varied talented selection to read.