
photo by Bryan Minear via Unsplash
The explosion and loss of pressure sent the plane into a terrifying spiral, tossing passengers like ragdolls against the cabin ceiling; thirty horrible seconds that seemed like hours, lights flashing, people screaming, the fuselage groaning, ending suddenly into dead, black silence.
Sarah roused to the smell of jet fuel, the glare of red flashing lights and the tinny sound of rescuers calling for survivors on bullhorns.
With her legs broken, she managed to stretch her hand into to the air, crying out, a faint whisper, “I’m here.”
~kat
For Sonya’s Three Line Tale Challenge based on the photo above by Bryan Minear via Unsplash.




September 29th, 2017 at 11:52 pm
Great tale for the prompt Kat 👍
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September 30th, 2017 at 12:00 am
Thanks Radhika. It looked so ominous. It was that, or a zombie apocalypse! haha.
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September 30th, 2017 at 1:43 am
Great story to go with the photo prompt. Your first paragraph put me there.
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September 30th, 2017 at 6:55 am
Thank you so much! 😊
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September 30th, 2017 at 6:36 am
Perhaps she is a zombie too, and thus the only survivor.
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September 30th, 2017 at 7:04 am
I almost made her a zombie Peter. The hand had that contorted zombie vibe to it. But I decided she’d suffered enough misery having barely survived a plane crash. I hate flying. 😳
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September 30th, 2017 at 6:42 am
Reblogged this on O LADO ESCURO DA LUA.
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September 30th, 2017 at 7:05 am
Thank you so much for reblogging my posts. 😊
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September 30th, 2017 at 9:51 am
Scary-Beautiful. 😎😎😎🥀🥀🥀
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September 30th, 2017 at 3:31 pm
Omg this is so Scary!!
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September 30th, 2017 at 5:49 pm
I hate flying. It is my worst nightmare. 😳
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September 30th, 2017 at 6:23 pm
Your tale is mine, I am not afraid of flying, just crashing. 💜
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