"That's your airship?" She asked, twitching her fan over her face to hide her expression, but the condescension was evident in her voice.
"She's the latest style," I assured her.
"The masthead is a bit..." she faltered, gesturing towards my hovering craft. It was true that the face wasn't as sleek as some other models, but she was reliable. "And those arms are a bit short, aren't they?"
I ended the date early. Clearly there was no future between us.
"I'm sorry," my airship said as we flew away.
"Not your fault," I said. "You're perfect the way you are."
YOU ARE READING
Everyday DrabblesShort Story
A drabble is a very short story one hundred words long. No more, no less. They are designed for maximum impact in the least amount of space. For 2019, I'll be posting a drabble every day.