Wednesday, July 12, 2006
Pilot's Joke
Over the intercom, the pilot makes a joke.
People begin to laugh, and at that moment a screw fails in the hydraulic array of the left wing, just above the massive inner engine mount, and we lurch downward with a groan of cracking metal towards the earth.
Or
The screw holds, the girl next to me pulls the shade up, and the sun cuts my eyes and pulls hotly at my skin like melting plastic until once again, I am fully awake.
Over the intercom, the pilot makes a joke.
People begin to laugh, and at that moment a screw fails in the hydraulic array of the left wing, just above the massive inner engine mount, and we lurch downward with a groan of cracking metal towards the earth.
Or
The screw holds, the girl next to me pulls the shade up, and the sun cuts my eyes and pulls hotly at my skin like melting plastic until once again, I am fully awake.
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