Lone Survivor – A Three Line Tale


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.”


For Sonya’s Three Line Tale Challenge based on the photo above by Bryan Minear via Unsplash.

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