Photo by Blair Fraser on Unsplash


The Navy fighter had crash landed somewhere over the desert.  The crew however had successfully bailed out.

“Do you know where we are?” the RIO asked.

“No idea, and the SAT locator’s bust,” the pilot said as the two headed north based on the sun.

“Are you sure the coast is this way?”

“It has to be, it’s the Sahara,” the pilots responded.

After several hours, they came to the wreckage of a WW2 aircraft.

“Looks like they didn’t any better luck than we did,” the pilot said.  “Let’s go see if there’s anything we can use, and at least we will have some shade.”

They climbed up into the sun bleached remains of the classic flying machine.

There was no evidence of any fatalities, and the surfaces were covered with fine sand.

The RIO climbed up into the co-pilot’s seat and wiped away the layer of sand to reveal a handwritten note.

If you are reading this, you’re lost.  I hope that helps.



Sunday Photo Fiction: July 14 2019

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