The persistent itch of his nicotine patch was almost worse than being cramped in coach.
Allen traveled light: one carry-on with toothbrush and underwear was sufficient. Inventions and ideas carried in his mind only needed cigarettes and coffee to bloom.
He had bought a one way ticket to the sun. The Valley has the perfect climate to make his dreams come true.
“I will return in private jet”, Allen glanced across the Tarmac, “it’s the only way to get a smoking seat nowadays”.
“Sand Hill Road”, he told the cab driver.
Sometimes big inventions grow from just a persistent itch.
The picture of the corporate jet brought back the story of an investor that I once knew, who had bought himself a jet for the purpose of being able to smoke on the flight. For those that has not heard it, Sand Hill Road in Menlo Park, CA has offices for many venture companies. Hope my story make sense.
Friday Fictioneers is a wonderful community of bloggers who write 100 words to the same picture every week under the supervision of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Having written more or less every week for the past 3 years I feel right at home here, and I think my writing has improved in the company of all the excellent writers there. I try to read as many as possible every week, and also leaving a comment. I hope you do not hesitate to point out errors or suggestions on how to improve my story…
January 6, 2015