The mist hung over the airfield, muffling sound and vision and stifling any prospect of flying. The Crewroom was quiet too: only the creaking of the stove’s chimney and the soft ‘splat’ of playing cards disturbed the silence.
The Crewroom door swung open, admitting the cold damp air and one of the members.
“Any news on The Skipper yet?”, he enquired.
“No, nothing, but if there is any you’ll see The Thread light up again.”
“Ah, OK, just checking.” he said, heading for the kettle to put on another brew. “Bloody dull without him, isn’t it.”
Last edited by MPN11; 1st Feb 2017 at 19:29.
Reason: too many creaks ;)