He sat, tense, as the very first to pilot this ‘airship’ as
he and his brother had named it. With its strange wings and large propeller it
was a cause of nervousness for those who had gathered to watch.
The press chatted mindlessly, worried that their cameras and
flashflares might not capture this groundbreaking moment.
With his brother safely in the seat he walked the length of
the grass runway and picked up the red flag at the very end preparing to give
the signal. Breathing deeply he lifted and waved the flag about his head and heard
his brother started the engine.
In the cockpit he stared at the simple controls and lifted
the yellow flag to wave the he was about to set off. A quiet tension descended
as the airship began to gather pace hurtling towards its first flight.
The brother’s eyes met at the moment they both realised that
the great craft was not going to leave the ground. In one crashing moment both
were killed in a scene that the cameramen failed to catch.
They were – the Wrong Brothers
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