Here is the photo and my story.
11am used to be an escape time for me each day. That’s when the helicopter touring the Mississippi River – just at the crescent of New Orleans – would pass by the beauty parlor window where I was the receptionist.
Henry, the building’s security man, would lean against my counter. We’d find ourselves wondering about the lives of the people in that red and white helicopter. We’d wonder what we’d do if we had enough money to take a helicopter tour of the Mississippi River.
Eventually, Henry would move his security self to other floors and other receptionists and other fantasies.
That was fine with me. After all, I was the flirty receptionist Henry came home to each day and I was the one who loved Henry.
This week’s photo prompt is provided by Iain Kelly. Thank you Iain!