Flying

As many of you know … my imagination is too vivid for its own good.

So on the plane from Memphis to Dallas Fort Worth last night, when the engines sounded like a train bellowing right next to my ear, I knew the plane was going to blow up. It didn’t matter that I was sitting in the back of the plane, next to the engines. The woman behind me who shielded her eyes and clutched her husband’s hand told me everything.
I formulated my plan of self sacrifice. As soon as flames began to shoot from the left engine, I knew I would throw myself over the baby who was sleeping in his great-grandmother’s arms next to me.
And then we landed safely and all this went to rot.
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One thought on “Flying

  1. denaje says:

    I love crazy imaginations.

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