Airborne

The plane dipped as it hit another group of clouds the lightning and the rain were all around. Most of the passengers gripped their armrests in white faced fear. The lights flickered in the cabin and one could hear breaths caught all around. The captain came on over the speakers "please remain calm everyone we are just encountering a small storm and will be passing through it shortly. Our landing time still remains the same and we should be landing in about an hour. It is a cool 62 degrees in Denver and lightly raining”. The plane bounced again and the old people across the aisle looked each other in the face and held hands with their hands that weren’t death gripped on the chairs. People with children held them tightly and the four year old towards the front started to cry.

People feared for their lives no matter what the pilot said, no matter how comforting the air stewards tried to be, fear was in the air. The plane jolted around and an overhead compartment flew open luggage spilled from above barely missing the nervous gentleman clutching his traveling pillow close.

The plane finally began to descend the turbulence became worse, the luggage that had fallen from above slid back and forth in the aisle. People seemed on the verge of terror. No one cried out it seemed as if the screams were locked in the back of their throats. The plane made one final jolt and the wheels came out and the brakes screamed and the plane touched the ground. Everyone thrown back against their seats, looks of terror on their face, slowly changing to looks of relief as the plane painfully ground to a halt in front of the terminal. Passengers looked around at each other as if thankful to be alive. The seatbelt light turned off and the steward's voice came over the air. "Welcome to Denver, we hope you enjoyed your flight, thank you for choosing us, have a great day"!