About To Crash
by Christopher
Silva
The gear was
stuck or at least it seemed that way, not that I
would know, I've never flown one of these C-82-B's
before. Careening around a bend and almost
knocking the tail off a 42-N, I started to get
nervous. The pay-pilot had slumped over dead and
I, well, kicked him aside and took over helm as
one says. On the way to the market and a damned
disaster.
At a hundred
and four I am a bit old for such things. My pulse
was banging. I felt very excited and a bit
worried about my heart. BULLARR!, a horn,
Damn, almost hit the 66, jeez, this is not easy.
I flew in low and then out and still couldn't
gain control. I might just end it in flames!
GOT-TO-GET-CONTROL,
uuhhhggg - ok, leveling off now, GRR, I think I
can land this baby - ummph. Thank god for the
steroids and the new hip. Yes, got her now -
Botox just kicked in.
I see the
strip and the curb and bring her in fast.
Perspiration from the struggle beading down my
chest. With a wrench and a twist I manage to set
her down with a loud CLANG! Oh god, I feel
exhausted!
***********************
"Grandma,
Grandma, stop fiddling around with your wheel
chair and come to the cash register right this
minute, we haven't got all day!"
I smile and
without a word roll my chair slowly forward to
the register.
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