Silence
Anonymous Me
Francis (Frank) Silberstien
Age 31
@LadyAwesome
Red eye flights. They were long and the cheapest way to fly. That was the connection that Frank had to take to make this last minute flight to Italy. Shifting in his seat he peered out into the aisle. The flight attendant was taking forever to bring the peanuts and water. All the passengers had already received the one meal as required by law. Still it hadn't been very much to eat.
Finally the woman looked like she was about to come out of her little flight attendant hut. Leaning back in his seat again he peered out the window. It was dark outside and not much to see. Frank was trying everything he could not to be irritated. All the other passengers seemed to be a little irritated as well. So he looked about the same. A sudden shaking jolted him to attention. The flight attendant fell out of her cabin space. All he could see was the edge of her black heels.
Leaning almost into the woman's lap that occupied the window seat he squinted. As the lights above them began to flicker he caught a glance at what appeared to be a military grade jet fly under them. Either the signals were scrambled or they just got hit.
"Shit..." Muttering under his breath, Frank started to unbuckle. He ignored the stupid emergency oxygen masks that dropped from the ceiling. They weren't going to be doing anyone any good. It was the middle of the ocean and he was going to make sure when they hit he wasn't strapped to anything at all. Bracing himself against the back of the seat he assumed the crash position. The lady next to him seemed far more concerned with the oxygen mask and she was going to get herself killed. Broken neck at the least. "Forget the oxygen. We're going down too fast."
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The lack of oxygen had Frank passed out. His body was limp and flopped more easily in his seat as they hit the water. Passengers who tensed suffered far more injury. There was a smattering of blood about the main cab.
Water started to run up along his ankles and Frank woke with a start. Jumping up he noticed that the violence of the impact had thrown him out of his seat and onto the floor. The tail end of the ship was sinking first. Tearing the seat cushion off from his seat in the plane he held it under one arm and started toward the emergency exit. Almost everyone in the plane had lost their minds during the panic and forgot to assume the crash position.
It all happened so fast. That was normal in his life. Pushing the emergency exit open he watched the door fall into the water. Frank jumped in after it and started to swim as fast as he could. The pull from the jet would drown anyone not fast enough to get away from the vacuum.
Age 31
@LadyAwesome
Red eye flights. They were long and the cheapest way to fly. That was the connection that Frank had to take to make this last minute flight to Italy. Shifting in his seat he peered out into the aisle. The flight attendant was taking forever to bring the peanuts and water. All the passengers had already received the one meal as required by law. Still it hadn't been very much to eat.
Finally the woman looked like she was about to come out of her little flight attendant hut. Leaning back in his seat again he peered out the window. It was dark outside and not much to see. Frank was trying everything he could not to be irritated. All the other passengers seemed to be a little irritated as well. So he looked about the same. A sudden shaking jolted him to attention. The flight attendant fell out of her cabin space. All he could see was the edge of her black heels.
Leaning almost into the woman's lap that occupied the window seat he squinted. As the lights above them began to flicker he caught a glance at what appeared to be a military grade jet fly under them. Either the signals were scrambled or they just got hit.
"Shit..." Muttering under his breath, Frank started to unbuckle. He ignored the stupid emergency oxygen masks that dropped from the ceiling. They weren't going to be doing anyone any good. It was the middle of the ocean and he was going to make sure when they hit he wasn't strapped to anything at all. Bracing himself against the back of the seat he assumed the crash position. The lady next to him seemed far more concerned with the oxygen mask and she was going to get herself killed. Broken neck at the least. "Forget the oxygen. We're going down too fast."
***************************************************************
The lack of oxygen had Frank passed out. His body was limp and flopped more easily in his seat as they hit the water. Passengers who tensed suffered far more injury. There was a smattering of blood about the main cab.
Water started to run up along his ankles and Frank woke with a start. Jumping up he noticed that the violence of the impact had thrown him out of his seat and onto the floor. The tail end of the ship was sinking first. Tearing the seat cushion off from his seat in the plane he held it under one arm and started toward the emergency exit. Almost everyone in the plane had lost their minds during the panic and forgot to assume the crash position.
It all happened so fast. That was normal in his life. Pushing the emergency exit open he watched the door fall into the water. Frank jumped in after it and started to swim as fast as he could. The pull from the jet would drown anyone not fast enough to get away from the vacuum.