I haven't wrtten anyhting of note for ages.
So when this randomly popped into my head, I jumped at the chance to get it down.
It's rough, with no actually arc, just a collection of descriptions, but ateast it's original.
Untitled airship passage.
Annabelle liked to watch airships coming in to port.
The elaborate dance weaved by the large cargo dirigibles and smaller transport zeppelins always fascinated her, the sight of them being hauled into rest by the dock anchor machines one that couldn't help by inspire awe in the young girl.
This morning a huge cargo ship, the letters painted in cloudspeak across it's low-slung transportation netting proclaiming it as the Moray, was coming into port. The airship's envelopes creaked and groaned as the gas withing them was slowly released to match the altitude of the dock, huge gusts of it buffeting the metal deck beneath the flying machine.
Deckhands and port staff called to each other over the throaty roar of the airship's engines, the constant throb of the their huge propellors adding to the noise. The Moray's anchor cables were being throw to the port workers, to allow them to begin the process of hauling the airship into position.
Annabelle leaned against the railing of the lighthouse's observation deck, closing her eyes as she breathed in the heady scent of diesel that filled the air, a smile on her lips. Today was going to be a good day, she could feel it.
The gruff voice of Master Burnett brought her back to reality. "Get back to work! That lamp isn't going to clean itself!" he shouted over the roar of the Moray's engines.
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