I wrote this piece a couple of weeks ago in one or two sessions. There was no pre-planning involved so nothing was really fleshed out. I think this was written more in the need to write. I know there is spelling and grammatical errors. If you have any ideas or suggestion to continue this on I am willing to hear them,.
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Story opening
“Excuse me sweety, do you want any
more Ginger Ale?” the flight attendant asked in her thick Southern Drawl. She
had to be around his mother’s age and height, she wore the uniform tight enough
that Alister could see veins in her neck throb. Alister with a quick nod of his
head saying no and he watched as the woman asked the guy in the business suit
next to him who had a five o’clock shadow before noon. As the attendant walked
to the row in front of them something in the back of his mind told him that
this would be the last time he would see her. He brushed it off that was just a
thought saying the plane would be landing soon and they would never meet again.
He turned his head back to IPod and continued to watch his movie.
What seemed like a mere seconds was
actually a couple of hours later Alister noticed there was a strange buzzing
noise coming from beyond his earbuds. He removed his ear buds to see if the
noise was really coming from the area around him. He looked right than left and
noticed a confused and nervous look from the guy in the suit.
“Ever you ever heard that noise,”
Alister asked the man next to him.
“I have been flying for years this
is a new one for me,” man in the suit said as the buzzing noise suddenly got
even louder.
“Excuse me ladies and gentleman we
appear to be having technical difficulties. We are being rerouted to Oklahoma
City to see what is the problem,” said the plane’s Captain over the intercom.
He quickly repeated his message as the plane started to descend quicker than
what Alister had ever seen.
“It is probably nothing, I have
been on quite a few flight that’s have had to make an emergency landing before
and nothing has happened,” said the man in the suit next to Alister. He was
convinced the man was just saying that to comfort himself. He looked out the
window and saw that the engine appeared to be fine.
Another several minutes went by in
a flash again and things continued to stay the same the plane was still
descending rapidity and the buzzing noise still present. In the pit of
Alister’s stomach he felt a pain and butterflies. It appeared that the man in
the suit had calmed down a little but Alister seemed to feel more and more
nervous. All of sudden the buzzing noise became a loud thump and a grinding
noise. Alister looked out the window to see the engine on his right was
spitting a black liquid and sparks were coming out of the back. Quite a few
passengers heard the thumb and saw what was coming out of the engine that
started to scream or cry out. A short brunette flight attendant came over to
try and calm down the other passengers. Alister was biting his lower lip the
whole time try to stay in control.
A third flash of minutes went by
things where worse. The right engine was turned off and the whole right wing
seemed to be shaking more than normal. Most of the passengers on the plane
where either screaming, crying, or praying to their deity. Alister looked out
the window which had developed a small crack and he noticed that the ground was
coming up to quickly and they seemed to be in the middle of now where. He felt
the plane violently hit the ground and he gave out a loud grunt.
Alister suddenly woke up from his
nightmare in his single one bedroom apartment. It took only a measly few
seconds for him to realize he safe in his own bed. He sat in his bed half
laying and half propped up on a pillow. His body was covered in sweat and his
knee and shoulder were rather tight and did not want move. Alister looked
around his dimly lit room trying to clear his head trying to kick in his brain
that he was in reality. He saw the stream of light from his bedroom window across
his torso, with a sudden flash he swore he could smell blood, acid, hot medal,
and jet fuel. The doctors called it Post- traumatic stress disorder and time with the help of meds
and other doctors his nightmares would lessen. Over the three years things at
gotten better but at least over three months or so we the nightmare replay with
vividly graphic detail. Tonight was not one of those nights but it still shook
him to his core.
“Damn,” Alister mumbled as he
kicked the sheets from his legs. He stumbled to the bathroom to not only clear
his nagging bladder but also his mind. His left leg was rejecting to work but
he forced it. Alister he had left the master bathroom and had made his way out
to his living hoping to find some relief there. It was not that hard for
Alister to find his way since nice sized fish tank lit up the walkway from his bathroom
to the living room. He clicked on another set of fish tank lights as he got
into the living room. Staring back at him from the wall above the tank was
portrait of his parents reminding him of his childhood and innocence. “Thanks
for everything,” Alister murmured to his parents has if they could hear him
through the picture. They helped him through some of the worst times including
right after the crash.
Alister grabbed a small rolled up
rug from the behind the fish tank. He laid the rolled up rug and admired it for
a quick second before stepping on it. Not long after the accident Alister met
up with an old friend who told him that mediation might help sort out some of
his feelings and control some others. He that Megan was a complete hippie
offering him useless advice but he decided to join her in one of her sessions.
He soon figured out this tall flower in her hair blonde might be on to
something. As time went by and researching and testing Alister found a handmade
mat by artist out of Tucson, AZ. helped him the most in mediating.
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