Time for another Friday Fictioneers entry. The challenge is to write 100 words based on a weekly photo prompt chosen by our host Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Check out her blog for more information by clicking here.
Apologies for not reading as many stories as I would have liked this last fortnight. I will try and catch up this week! As always, thank you to all who take the time to read, like or comment.

PHOTO PROMPT © Rich Voza
Anywhere But Here
Six months since The Event. The country’s gone to hell. Only way of knowing if the world followed suit: get out there and ask.
Somehow our band of misfits survived. Most of us anyway. When we learned about the airfield we had one objective: keep Frank alive. No point securing a plane if nobody could fly the damn thing.
We kept watch all night whilst he checked her over. The dogs rested easy. I didn’t.
The sun was glinting off the fuselage when Frank emerged.
“She’s ready. Where we heading?”
Beautiful metal bitch.
“To the moon, Sinatra. Anywhere but here.”

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