every Friday, compose a short story of 55 words - no more, no less. if you want to join in the fun and games and give it a try...post your story and report to the boss G-Man!"THE PLANE"
Metal screaming, screeching, twisting, turning, all around me, surrounding me. The lap belt snug and tight.
There is total silence, a hush. Are others alive? Am I alive?
I wiggle my toes, fingers, hands, feet - they're all as they should be.
I stand up without unbuckling, slowly drifting through the solid metal of the airplane.
Metal screaming, screeching, twisting, turning, all around me, surrounding me. The lap belt snug and tight.
There is total silence, a hush. Are others alive? Am I alive?
I wiggle my toes, fingers, hands, feet - they're all as they should be.
I stand up without unbuckling, slowly drifting through the solid metal of the airplane.
By Prayer Girl
NOTE: To clarify the above 55 words - they describe a dream I had of my own death.
