Writing Club
June 10, 2014
Writing Prompt: “At first I could not be
sure of….”
At
first I could not be sure of it. I think
it was the shock, that this was the last two minutes of my life. The floor was quickly falling out from under
me. The sudden feeling of weightlessness
had ended with gravity’s firm grip tightening around again and sending us all
down. Down in a golden glow.
Just a moment
before we were level and passing white puffs that wafted over my view of the
blue and green landscape in miniature below.
Removed from the daily grind, I watched the constant scurry of brightly
coloured ants over the black lines that divided the little lego block homes
into neat little rows. Busy about their
tasks in total innocent oblivion to our existence 2000 feet above, the surge
pulsed on caught up in their own purposes.
Then the world
outside exploded into brilliant orange with a shockwave that shook the cabin and
the cotton-ball clouds grew an angry black out my little glass oval. In disbelief, the forward motion had slowed, my
stomach flipped as the nose of the plane tilted down and we were
plummeting. I was sure of it when the
coffee cart slammed red headed attendant.
Her smile evaporated into wide-eyed terror as her feet left the floor
and then she screeched in flight towards the cockpit. I watched her sail by the
flashing fasten seat belts light and disappear into the curtains separating us
average folk from first class.
Then the yellow
oxygen masks popped down to dangle in our faces. Last whiffs of breath mercifully provided so
we would be fully aware as our doomed bird struck the ground. Like the tipping of a glass, things began to
pour through the cabin, bits of paper, books, dishes, cell phones, a bottle, a
briefcase in a chaotic shower.
People talk
about making peace with the inevitable.
For the most part my companions were screaming. A woman three seats down clutched her baby
tightly in her arms. A sunburned young
couple clung to each other tightly weeping and whispering “I love you”s as they met they end
of their honeymoon. A business man in a
neatly tailored black suit stared mournfully forward in tight lipped silence.
It was more than
I could bear. Hyperventilating, I ripped
the virtual reality helmet off. I
thought that this therapy was designed to get people over their phobias.
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