The droning grew louder. McLean, leaning on his pitchfork, scanned the sky looking for the source.
An RAF flyer, he thought. Not unusual in the evening, although this aeroplane sounded much lower than normal.
The noise exploded over the ridge, knocking McLean off his feet. As he fell backwards he saw the low-flying ‘plane, with the Balkenkreuz insignia painted under the wings.
Lying on his back, McLean watched a parachute mushroom from the cockpit. The plane carried on for another half mile, before it careered into the freshly-ploughed field.
McLean picked himself up. He could see the pilot struggling to free himself from the parachute.
Brandishing the pitchfork in front of him, McLean approached. ‘I think you’re a wee bit lost, laddy,’ he called.
The pilot, dazed from his ordeal, raised his hands to the sky and stared at the menacing man coming towards him.
‘Hauptmann Alfred Horn, I have an important message for the Duke of Hamilton.’
‘David McLean, ploughman. I think you better come with me.’
In May 1941, Rudolf Hess, Deputy Fuhrer to Hitler, flew from Bavaria to Scotland, crash landing at Floors Farm, south of Glasgow. Ploughman David McLean, brandishing a pitchfork, captured Hess (who initially identified himself as Alfred Horn), before handing him over to the Home Guard. The real reason for Hess’s bizarre flight remains a mystery, although it is believed he wanted to negotiate peace, possibly without Hitler’s knowledge. Read more about Hess and his flight on WIKIPEDIA.
Written as part of Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. The challenge is to write a flash fiction story in around 150 words, based on the weekly photo prompt. Thanks as always to the challenge host Priceless Joy. For more information visit HERE.
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