You are currently browsing the monthly archive for August 2008.
The plane dives. I sense its tilt, the nose pointing almost straight down as it speeds through the clouds. I sit in a rear row and can see over the seats in front of me. There is no cockpit door – no cockpit in fact. I know/sense that there’s a large windshield where the cockpit should be, but I can’t see it. The ground below seems both far and near, approaching quickly yet taking longer than I expect. I hear the screams but see no one.
I’m going to die.
I remember the call and the words I used and the things she said in response. I think I will always remember them.
“Can you tell me how long the placement will be?”
“Oh, this little boy is not going home,” came the response.
I of course knew better at the time…or did I?
