Bang, "ouch," I say my eyes watery, rubbing the sleep from my eyes I take a glance outside. Wow. The clouds are dark, but the light of the wings make them shine. One cloud looks like the swirl of ice cream. Another looks like a clump of cotton balls. I reach down to my carry on, and pull out a notepad. I write all that has happened. The murder I had committed, the incident all those years ago. Tears stream my face, and they fall on the blue lines paper. Hands trembling, nose sniffling, I rest my head against the window. Listening to the great roar of the wind.
My eyes close as my vision blurs, I stir awake when the sunlight burns theough the window.
"Would you like something to eat?" The flight attendant asks,
"Oh, no thank you." I say and pull down the cover window. What's the first thing I shall do in Paris? Maybe settle down there? Perhaps write a novel? Attempt to write poetry? Or continue to go further into seclusion, avoid suspicion. But people take trips all the time to Paris?
My thoughts are interrupted by the shaking and bumping of the plane. My hands cling to the seat and I shove my feet to the seat in front of me. I hate planes! I should have known this was a bad idea! I'm gonna die!!
"Sorry for the inconvenience of the strong winds today," says a voice of the pilot.
Oh, just a few bumps, death doesn't await me in the plane today...
I hope.
YOU ARE READING
Half Open Doors
Lãng mạnAt age 16 Christina Kelling is raped and becomes pregnant. She has the child, but without second thought she gives the baby up. The traumatizing experience has left her paranoid, this is the life of a rape victim.
