Note: I have joined a writing group that is a bunch of fun! Requirements are that the story has to be exactly 300 words. There are also three required words that the moderator of the group chooses – the very first word of the story and two others. I’ll put those words in bold. Enjoy!
“Control – ready for takeoff,” the Captain utters. His voice echoes through the plane.
My pulse accelerates. I hold my breath and imagine I look nonchalant. I wonder, “Why do they leave the speakers open every time?”
The other 198 passengers seem relaxed. One man is already sleeping. Another taps through articles on his iPad. The woman next to me is munching on popcorn.
Engines rev. I tense, feeling the Gees. Scenery must be hurtling by. I don’t know. I’m squinting at the seat back inches from my eyes. Squinting helps narrow my peripheral vision then I can’t see anywhere but straight ahead.
I start my mental ritual – give my husband, daughter, son and his wife, sister, brother, and their kids each a kiss. Imagine all my friends in a huge group hug. I offer up a prayer to my parents and special relatives in heaven. Gotta cover all the bases.
Glancing briefly, I glimpse colored roof tops under the wing. Blood throbbing through my ears, a trickle of sweat between my breasts, I exhale. I pray ‘Our Father who art in heaven …’ and follow with a quick ‘Hail Mary full of Grace…’ The cadence of the prayers comforts me; a last ditch plea for forgiveness, protection and tranquility. My heart rate slows.
A short 68 seconds later and the plane reaches my ‘no turning back’ point. A crash is a crash from this altitude.
The attendant invites passengers to enjoy the flight. Refreshments will be served shortly.
I stretch my legs and chuckle as I admit to a bit of OCD. Gazing out the tiny window the clouds shimmer. I pop a piece of gum in my mouth hoping to ease my throbbing inner ears.
The flight attendant offers a dull smile.
“Tequila on the rocks,” I reply.