The Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Suzanne Madron @suzannemadron @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction

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Icarus
by Suzanne Madron

Twenty minutes into the flight everything went wrong. He turned to the co-pilot and nodded toward the sky surrounding them.
“Did you see that?”
The co-pilot was a new guy and he couldn’t remember what his name was. He just thought of him as CP.
CP squinted through the cockpit window at the miles of clouds. He shook his head. “What’d you see, Frank?”
Frank Capretta – Cappy to his friends – pointed. “That cloudbank over there. I swear I saw something.”
“Something?” the younger man echoed.
Cappy nodded. “Looked like a guy out there with wings.” He shook his head and laughed. “Probably just tired is all.”
Both men jolted in their seats as something slammed against the window of the cockpit.
“Jeesis H!” Cappy shouted.
The man staring in at them looked as surprised as they were, except that he was crushed against the glass and dead. Feathers blocked their vision as the dead man’s wings pressed against the window.
Before either of them could react, the winged man slid along the window. His blood smeared in his wake and his body continued its journey around the side of the plane. As he disappeared, they heard a horrible noise from one of the engines on that side of the plane.
“Oh no. You gotta be kidding.”
As if in response, lights began to blink. Somehow the body had taken out the engines on that wing.
Cappy kept the plane as steady as possible while CP got on the intercom to tell people to buckle up and return to their seats, that they would be making an unexpected stop. Cappy could already hear the panic beyond the cockpit door, the passengers had seen the body and they were freaking out.
On the ground a man watched the plane descending toward the desert. He shook his head and folded a pair of wings into a carrying case. He had warned his flying partner not to fly too high, but the young man hadn’t listened. He could have told him that bad things happen when you fly too high.
Fiction © Copyright Suzanne Madron
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com 

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About Nina D'Arcangela

Nina D’Arcangela is a quirky horror writer who likes to spin soul rending snippets of despair. She reads anything from splatter matter to dark matter. She's an UrbEx adventurer who suffers from unquenchable wanderlust. She loves to photograph abandoned places, bits of decay and old graveyards. Nina is co-owner of Sirens Call Publications, co-founder of the horror writer's group 'Pen of the Damned', and if that isn't enough, put a check mark in the box next to owner and resident nut-job of Dark Angel Photography.
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3 Responses to The Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Suzanne Madron @suzannemadron @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction

  1. afstewart says:

    Loved this take on the myth.

  2. What a unique twist on Icarus. Love it!

  3. Marge Simon says:

    YES! Icarus –this works quite well.

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