I knew there was an issue almost immediately. Small planes like this didn't have alarms to let you know when something was wrong, but you can still feel a shift in the way it flies. A small change that let's you know you're going down.
I tried everything to fix it. No luck.
Then the propeller stopped spinning.
The plane didn't free fall. It glided at first. All the way to the grassy field I collided with. The plane tumbled and broke apart around me, yet somehow left me without a scratch. Any landing you can walk away from, right?
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Very Short Stories & Drabbles
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