It’s Coming Right At Us

“What’s that light? It’s coming right at us.”

“It’s the landing lights on a plane, I can hear it and it’s under full power. Coming at us is an illusion caused by angle of view.”

“Ian, what’s happening ... that’s getting a lot closer and I’m scared.”

“It is, and it’s aimed straight at us. This way, quick, away from the house. It looks like it’s heading right for our patio window.”

“My god, Ian, he’s going to hit us and the house and he’s turning, following us, Ian! Ian! Aahhh!”

“Are you Okay? Sorry about that, I don’t think I broke anything for me. How are you? Talk to me!”

“Je ... sus ... Ian ... I feel like I was run over. I haven’t fallen like that in a long time. It knocked the wind out of me.”

“We didn’t fall, Trish, I threw us on the ground.”

“Thank you, I think.”

“Beats losing your head.”

“Thank you. I love you.”

“I got turned over and watched that SOB hit our twenty foot tall tree with a wheel. I know that plane, it’s one of ours! It’s that new butthead they just hired as a mechanic and he doesn’t even have a license!”

“I know you, Ian, we’re okay, do not do anything to get arrested for.”

“We installed video security cameras in all our rentals so there’s footage of him stealing the plane and flying it at us. We should be visible as close as he got. I’m going to wrap him so tight in his own stupidity he won’t wiggle for a year.”

“Let’s pick up the mess from dinner. All I wanted was a quiet evening dinner on our back patio.”

“Let’s skip dinner and just celebrate our anniversary.”

“You Irish, smooth talkers all. Let’s go!”

“Yes, dear.”