SPELLS

Still cheering for you every day

Chapter one

I remember the plane going down.

Not the crash exactly, but the moment before-and while it must have been only moments, when I look back, it takes much longer.

I was sitting with my forehead pressed against the tiny window, looking through the cloudless air at fatms and settlements passing below me, when the engine exploded,rocking the plane into a crazy tilt that tossed me back and forth in my seat. The actual blast was surprisingly quite muffled by the insulated fuselage, I imagine-but the billowing clouds of coal-black smoke pouring off the wing were impossible to miss.

Every nerve in my body clanged, but my eyes stayed riveted to the roiling smoke that streamed back from the engine just feet from my window.

My aching fingers clung to the armrests to hold myself steady as plane dipped forward, then the plunged, the momentum forcing me against my seat.

The pop and hiss of hundreds of oxygen masks, springing from the ceiling like venomous snakes, startled my attention away from the smoking wing. Reflexes honed by dozens of droning safety speeches sent hands darting out to grab the oxygen masks, the adult securing their own masks before assisting others.

But I didn't bother with mine.

Not even when my mother pushed it at me, her eyes dancing with terror as she gripped my father's arm so tightly I knew her fingernails must be drawing blood.

It the flight attendant who made me understand. Two of them were standing in the aisle, trying to get everyone's attention, demonstrating the crash position-like that was going to help. But I focused on the third one. He wasn't attempting to buckle up or help the passengers;window, two tears rolling down his cheeks.

That's when I knew we were all about to die.

And in that moment, my fear melted away and I felt completely at peace. No life flashing before my eyes or sudden aching regrets. Just an overwhelming peace.

I relaxed, stopped struggling, and watched out the window as the ground rushed up to swallow me.