My girlfriend’s squeezing my hand like a vise grip. The screeching is getting worse. People are pressing call buttons. Flight attendants buzz around like bees, hovering over passengers willy-nilly. I look out the window. White. Everywhere. The screeching turns deafening as blue smoke fills the cabin and lights glare.
Written by Debbie Lynn Miller
Brooklyn satire writer Debbie L. Miller is published in The Belladonna Comedy, Frazzled, The Haven, The StopGap, Greener Pastures, and The Syndrome Magazine.