The cockpit alarms had been going off for hours, or maybe it had been seconds. I could feel the flutter of one wing snapped in two, the dying gasps of an engine long bled of life, and the dull ache of whatever was embedded in my leg now.
I could hear someone calling to me, screaming at me, but there were no words to it. Just the soft embrace of the clouds that covered my blood in purity. The warmth of the sun swept down to me, shielding me from the cold of the broken steel.
And then I smiled. I was home at last.
Entry #1 for this week’s 100 Word Challenge. It’s good to be back in the old form again.
I hope you all enjoy.