Her final seven minutes

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
From thirty-five thousand feet it takes about seven minutes.

Submitted: October 12, 2010

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Submitted: October 12, 2010



Her Final Seven Minutes
A short story by Andy Andrews - October 2010]
The Airbus 380 was halfway between Tampa and Denver when things started to go wrong. The article she was reading in Vogue, was telling her how to have better sex; how to get her husband to make it happen for her.
She chuckled and tossed themagazine back in her purse, two seconds before she found herself slamming up against the top of the passenger cabin.
“Oh that hurts,” and then; “What? Hey – what’s going on! OW!”
The aircraft began to nose down, with a slight roll and a belly up; and that’s when the 157 passengers aboard began to figure it all out.
She had read about the seven minute thing, back when she was twenty years old. At thirty-five thousand feet, it takes seven minutes maximum. Why that had popped in her head, she had no clue – but it had.
A loud sound of ripping metal blasted through the cabin amidst the moans and groans and screams. She heard a baby crying and a mother praying; actually the mother was screaming for God to listen; to stop this madness.
As if in a dream, she saw a man’s shirt fly off of his body. Suddenly, this happened many time within seconds. They were standing, sitting, lying down; but their clothes were coming off.
She was trying to pull herself up, or to do something when her blouse just zoomed off of her upper body. The increasingly louder whirring sound and a sort of spinning motion began to make her stop trying to stand; “It’s time to get ready to die,” her brain told her; “hurry up.”
“How much time,” she wondered; and then “why?”
It began to get hard for her to breathe; and now, they were definitely falling straight down; no more gliding or trying to level out.
There had always been this ‘thing’ for her to reach up and grab; like a subway emergency stop chain, she supposed. If she screwed up in life, she could reach up and ‘pull it’ and stop the madness, the bad dream, turn around the bad decisions, reverse the bad judgments. Call mom and Dad, bail me out; I WILL give up on writing; I know, I can’t make any money at it, and I appreciate your help and support; and so I quit AGAIN!
That chain, which was always there, was no longer. All of the chains were gone; the emergency stops were all used up.
Suddenly, there was a tremendous pain in her right leg and as she tried to turn her head to see what it was, she realized that her leg was gone right above the knee.
She saw a man screaming as his body was sucked out of a huge rip in the aircraft’s skin. His one-half second scream of pure terror was all she heard.
The Airbus began to spin quickly now; it was almost over, she thought; she had read about that part too.
“How is this happening, and why is it happening?” her brain asked. “And what should I do?”
“MOM!” she screamed. “I love you mom!”
Her fear suddenly gave ground – just for a second; but long enough. Her mind pounced on the opportunity – one last moment of clarity. One last rewind of the tape of her life:
Her awesome Dalmatian; the best dog ever; the birth of her little sister and those smiles of pure joy and prayers of thanks; her confirmation; her high school and college graduations and the hopes and dreams of life ahead.
And her wedding, and then her wedding night – becoming a woman; standing up in church and singing with her mother; the fish fries; the softball games; the orange and red autumn leaves; the smell of burning leaves; the deep, deep breath of that spring morning when the last snow is behind them; her hilarious uncle and aunt’s little comedy skits; her mother’s loving embrace; her dad’s tears and fears for her; her daughter; her son; her husband.
She held the thing she was holding hard and took her last breath on earth.
“I will not scream,” she whispered as the Airbus 380 hit the concrete water at 700 miles per hour. There was a very bright light and then her final seven minutes were used up.

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