Where did it take off from? Where was it headed? Did it reach its destination? What became of the passengers? So many lives worth exploring.
Where did it take off from? Where was it headed? Did it reach its destination? What became of the passengers? So many lives worth exploring.
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It wasn’t the plane crash that woke up Dan Sutton in seat E12. Nor was it the fire that started immediately after. It was the chair in front of him reclined so far back it broke his neck.
Considering the damage, he felt just fine when he got to his feet and looked around.
Anyone else would be bummed to discover they died in a plane crash. But not Dan. This wasn’t his first plane crash and it wouldn’t be his last.
Dan enjoyed the quiet time alone—
“Wow! What a ride, amiright?”
“Who the hell are you?” Dan asked.
Oops, I guess I should have read more than the title. 😬
The Last Flight
The cabin looked as hollow as her heart felt as passengers moved past her first class seat with the same disjointed pace of her emotions - joy, fear, anticipation, resolve, laughter, tears, uncertainty, relaxed, and grief.
After decades of travel, it would be her last flight. She was out of options. The poisons had failed. There were no more trials. She was tired, but not unimaginative. Hospice was the reasonable choice, but who wants her last chapter to be reasonable? She refused to stop living before she died. So she chose her favorite tropical island and said goodbye…