Flora was married to Ken. Ken ran a company that organised recreational parachute jumps. He’d done it for fifteen years and not once had there been an accident. Ken was renowned for care.
The thing that most annoyed Ken about Flora was that she never once had the courage to do a parachute jump. Their good friend, Opal, was forever jumping. Of course, Ken always let her take a jump for free.
“She’s the perfect parachutist,” Ken used to say. “I don’t know why Flora won’t take a jump.”
Then one day, Flora said she would. Up she went in the plane. She was too scared to jump.
Ken pushed her out. He phoned Opal. Ken's plane hadn’t even landed, although Flora had.
“The coast is clear,” he said. “Flora’s no longer on the radar. Pack your bags. We two are taking off.”