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25.000°N by 71.000°W
by Lydia Prime
On flights like this, I sometimes wondered about the saying, ‘The captain must go down with the ship.’ A trope overused for sea captains, those who frequently have a choice. For someone in my position there is almost never a feasible option but to go down with the aircraft. My co-pilot, Tim, interrupted my musings to point out there was a storm brewing just ahead. I assured him we would get through it unharmed. I strapped into my chair as we grew closer and advised Tim to do the same. He ignored me, as usual, then I made a call to the passengers to let them know we may be experiencing some turbulence; nothing to worry about.
As we flew through the storm clouds I glanced at our location, 25.000°N by 71.000°W. I noticed Timmy becoming unnerved. He was staring at our compass and fuel gauges, he seemed to be bothered by what he saw but I didn’t notice anything. He began rocking and frantically tapping at the gauges. He was whispering something, I just couldn’t make out what; I screamed to him, trying to get his attention. He turned towards me and seemed blank. The rocking stopped and his eyes glazed over with a smoky gray film.
“S-Sir…” He struggled on that word.
“Are you alright, son?” I asked him. He was shaking, his teeth chattering. He pointed out the window and my eyes followed. Another plane! X804 was soaring right at us. I pulled on the yoke to avoid the crash; as did they. The nose of their plane smashed right through ours, exposing us to the elements and causing electrical fires all around. Timmy flew from the cockpit. I watched helplessly as he flailed, trying to grab onto anything. I bit through my tongue and tasted the blood as it pooled in my mouth. Strapped in tightly, I braced myself for impact as the land below came closer; we were dropping, and there was nothing I could do.
As we slammed into the ground debris from the plan scattered. The engines blew and fires roared high into the sky. I crawled around, eyes closed, screaming in anger and fear. I could smell the burning bodies, the fuel leaking. How did I survive? I looked up to the storm clouds, I could still see X804 circling over head. What the..? Just then I felt something on my leg.
“Sir! Are you alright, sir?” Timmy asked. I jolted upright. “Your were screaming sir,” Timmy said.
“Sorry my boy, must of dozed off for a second! Glad we have you!” I joked, my chest still spasming; goose bumps were rolling through my skin.
“Sir there seems to be a storm stirring up in our path.”
“We’ll be alright, Tim, not to worry!”
On flights like this I sometimes wonder about the saying, ‘The captain must go down with the ship.’
Fiction © Copyright Lydia Prime
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com
More about Lydia Prime:
Lydia grew up in a small, ‘Mayberry,’ sort of town, in New Jersey. She thoroughly enjoys gummy bears and laughing through the darkest depths of life. More often than not, she writes about demons and monsters, however, being a recovering addict tends to turn inner demons into fearsome foes to be fought beyond the constraints of the mind. ‘Sometimes,’ she states, ‘what’s inside, is scarier than anything reality throws at you.’
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