Shallow Grave

The golden sand beneath my feet was warming my heart. Strolling hand in hand with my long term partner, we gazed endlessly out to sea. We discussed everything. Our lives, our careers, our plans and what we wanted to achieve. It was brilliant. With my fingers entwined with his, I felt beyond safe. Nothing could harm me, not when I was with Simon. His luscious, brown locks of hair were swaying gently across his forehead in the late afternoon breeze. His tanned complexion reflected his mood, which shone through his dazzling white smile. We stopped by the waters edge and gazed into each others eyes. His dark, auburn eyes could melt a thousand hearts, yet it filled me with joy that these were mine to look into. Leaning steadily forward, I clasped his cheeks in my palms and closed the gap between us. I could feel his lips pout, just as mine were… 

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In the distance I could hear an unusual sound of metal groaning. It was becoming more and more frequent. At present, I was struggling to regain my sense of whereabouts and was becoming greatly infuriated with myself. Ideas were floating into my mind and then disappearing without warning. Wow, this was one weird dream.. Normally I’m able to wake up within seconds of it finishing. The groans were becoming louder and quite honestly, I was getting unquestionably scared. I tried to peel open my eyes, but I couldn’t. The situation was growing stranger by the minute and I was aware that I wasn’t alone. I could feel that I wasn’t laid in the most comfortable of positions. It was times like these that I really wish I had invested in a memory foam mattress, nights like this would end a lot better. I tried to roll onto my side and was not successful. I was fastened tight in whatever was holding me. 

My senses were running wild. My ears were detecting all kinds of new sounds and my nose was overrun with the different smells. First, I could smell burning and then a new, inconceivable essence was filling my nose. All I knew was that it was unpleasant to say the least.

The creaks were becoming increasingly closer and the smells were becoming more prominent. It was beginning to bring unwanted tears to my eyes. 

Suddenly, without any warning I was able to open them. The light was intense causing my view to be restricted to nothing more than a few meters. It took a few minutes for my eyes to finally adjust to an appropriate level of radiant light, and that was when I finally realised where I was. 

Suspended several feet above the ground, held prisoner by my own safety belt, I was parallel to the demolished beach below. It then clicked, the plane I was travelling back to England on had crashed… our whereabouts: unknown.