Delphine closely watched her father during their flights. She pretended she was steering the plane along the runway then whoosh up into the sky. Lining up the plane with the tarmac and swish, the tires bouncing on the ground.
The radio was crackling. “F9er6, come in. F9er6, come in. Over”
“Hi,” Delphine responded.
“F9er6 you didn’t register a flight plan. Over”
“I didn’t have one before.”
“F9er6, who is this. Over”
“Delphine,” she said proudly.
The radio’s static was replaced by voices. An argument seemed to be going on.
A new voice asked “F9er6, Delphine come in. Over.”
“Hi Dad.” Delphine chirped. “This is the bestest birthday gift ever.”
Delphine’s face scrunkled up.
“Dad. I won’t be at the party cuz I’m flying to Mars.”
Her grandparents lived in Mars, Oklahoma.
“Could you call and tell them I’ll be there soon. You said never to text or talk while driving.” (word count: 150)