Helicopters, Volcanoes and Lakes – By firefly
Flash Fiction / January 18, 2009

*This story won the SSL Writing Forum – Contest #3* “Not another cloudy day to be flying this bloody helicopter for the sightseers,” growled Jose. “Seems to me, every time we have one of these tours lately, the weather is foul.” He had worked for a major airline and was one of the top pilots for many years and his income had been one to envy. The sacrifices he made far outweighed the advantages of the job. No wife or children for Jose, he never had the time for love, his work was his love. But due to the economic climate at the time, redundancy was offered and Jose figured now was a great time to branch out into something else. The Business Weekly had this little touring company featured for months now and for some unknown reason, his eyes had been drawn to the add each time. More than the business, it was the lifestyle he was looking forward too. Nestled in the mountains and right on the edge of Lake Hapachowchow, this sleepy little village moved at a pace he had been dreaming of for a long time. It came to life in the summer months when the…