June 22nd, 2009
I’m scared to fly. Best of all and super exciting is that I get to do it next month for my brother’s wedding. In New York. (Can’t you people get married where there’s easier ground transportation? And in a city of closer proximity not necessitating air travel?)
For God’s sake.
At any rate, the whole Air France thing frightened the pee out of me. I cannot imagine anything more terrifying than flying over stormy seas with lightning and thunder in all directions, my plane bucking like a pebble in an avalanche.
Then. THEN, the plane breaks freaking apart. Sweet Lord. It’s my biggest nightmare. And it actually happened to people.
I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about those people. What they were thinking. Their terror levels. The families they left behind.
Most especially wonderful is that I can’t get the image of me catapulting through ugly skies to a grey Atlantic death screaming, “I told you soooooooo!” out of my head.
So let me bring this full circle.
For this week’s PROMPTuesday, describe an experience you have never had but have heard about and can imagine. Describe this experience in the first person singular, present tense as it is happening.
Please post your submission in the comments OR post in your blog and leave a link to your blog in the comments.
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(Prompt courtesy of this place).