Another week, another trip. The plane was packed, overhead lockers cramped, people nervous and disturbed. A rainy night. Maybe a bit windy, too. A baby was crying non-stop through the flight. Attendants were looking at each other, slightly strained. Nothing much happened but for few roller coaster dives. Air turbulence, they call it. Free-falling for a mere second here and there.
I stared in front of me, dumbstruck, somehow knowing it's all cool and safe, yet masochistically hoping for at least a crash landing.
Can't recall such a soft touchdown in ages. People were clapping and cheering when we landed.
Got wasted as soon as I got off the plane.
These two stories are totally unrelated, of course.
5 comments:
hey.. who are you?
I'm a picker, I'm a grinner, I'm a lover and I'm a sinner, I play my music in the sun... :-)
are you really?
i know you are from your texts, but i wanna know in real.. :P
Sure I am. Yet we're too far apart, aren't we? :-)
not in todays world ;)
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