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Authors: Russ Watts
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email you every day. Okay, gotta go now, this plane ride is making me feel sick. Love you, Claire x x x’
Claire saved the email to send when they landed and put her phone in her pocket. She unclasped her seatbelt and carefully stood up. The plane was still jumping up and down so she took each step slowly as she made her way down the aircraft to the toilets at the back. She passed Wilfred and Josef who were animatedly discussing something in the museum’s Bulletin. Claire smiled as she passed them. Mark had his camera hanging around his neck as always and was lost in a book. Claire discreetly tried to see what he was reading but all she could see was the author’s name, Jules Verne.
Claire spent a few uncomfortable minutes in the bathroom, as the turbulence only seemed to get worse. On her way back up to her seat, she paused by Suzy.
“ Hi, Claire, you feeling all right? You don’t look too good.” Suzy’s face clearly showed her worry for Claire who was looking distinctly off-colour. Her forehead was clammy with sweat.
“ Yeah, it’s just this flight. It’s like being on a roller coaster that never stops. Is this normal, Mr Forrest?” asked Claire.
“Well , Claire,” he said, raising the window shade once more, “for starters, you can call me Will. I told you, I’m only Mr Forrest to my accountant and my priest, and you don’t fit into either of those categories.”
“Ignore him, Claire, he thinks he’s funny but he’s not,” said Suzy, digging an elbow into Will’s ribs.
“As for the turbulence,” Will said chuckling, “Well, yeah it’s pretty normal for this part of the world. Why don’t you...”
The plane suddenly lurched to one side and Claire tumbled backwards, falling into the aisle. There was a huge bang and the cabin was filled with shouts and screams. The plane was still tilted at an angle and some of the overhead lockers came open, spilling their contents out and showering the passengers with their bags.
“What the hell is going on? ” shouted Kelly as a laptop whistled past her ear.
Suzy undid her belt and leant down to help Claire. The young girl had a cut on her head, but it didn’t look too bad or deep, only superficial. There was blood on her face and Suzy helped Claire up into the nearest available seat.
The aeroplane was still leaning to the side and in all the commotion, Rasmus had woken up to find his luggage at his feet. The sleeping pills had not been enough to let him sleep through this. His bag was wet and his files would be ruined; duty free had probably not been the best idea. Most of the important files were in the cargo hold, thankfully. He undid his seatbelt and stood up.
“I’ve pressed the call button. If the co-pilot can come, he will,” said Professor Rasmus getting up. He stood in the aisle and stared down toward the back of the small plane. He had awoken with a startle and was running his hand through his white beard. He saw frightened faces staring back at him. “I would suggest everyone stay seated and buckled up. Suzy, Claire, quickly now.”
“I think the pilots are busy,” said Will dragging Suzy back into her seat. She was consoling Claire through the gap in the seats and Will clicked her belt back in.
As the Professor stood in the aisle, Tug began shouting. “Why are we flying like this? Why aren’t we straightening up? Fuck me, I didn’t sign up to...”
“ Be quiet, Tug,” said Will seeing how scared Suzy and Claire were. He loosened his seatbelt and turned around to Kelly. “You think we should go up there? Perhaps the pilots can tell us what’s going on.”
“I think we should stay where we are for now, Will. Rasmus is right, the safest place we can be right n ow is in our seats. They’ll have us straightened out in a jiffy. I think...” Kelly screamed.
There was a huge roaring noise and the plane hit another air pocket, this time dropping a few hundred feet in only a second. Rasmus was catapulted into the air and
Claire saved the email to send when they landed and put her phone in her pocket. She unclasped her seatbelt and carefully stood up. The plane was still jumping up and down so she took each step slowly as she made her way down the aircraft to the toilets at the back. She passed Wilfred and Josef who were animatedly discussing something in the museum’s Bulletin. Claire smiled as she passed them. Mark had his camera hanging around his neck as always and was lost in a book. Claire discreetly tried to see what he was reading but all she could see was the author’s name, Jules Verne.
Claire spent a few uncomfortable minutes in the bathroom, as the turbulence only seemed to get worse. On her way back up to her seat, she paused by Suzy.
“ Hi, Claire, you feeling all right? You don’t look too good.” Suzy’s face clearly showed her worry for Claire who was looking distinctly off-colour. Her forehead was clammy with sweat.
“ Yeah, it’s just this flight. It’s like being on a roller coaster that never stops. Is this normal, Mr Forrest?” asked Claire.
“Well , Claire,” he said, raising the window shade once more, “for starters, you can call me Will. I told you, I’m only Mr Forrest to my accountant and my priest, and you don’t fit into either of those categories.”
“Ignore him, Claire, he thinks he’s funny but he’s not,” said Suzy, digging an elbow into Will’s ribs.
“As for the turbulence,” Will said chuckling, “Well, yeah it’s pretty normal for this part of the world. Why don’t you...”
The plane suddenly lurched to one side and Claire tumbled backwards, falling into the aisle. There was a huge bang and the cabin was filled with shouts and screams. The plane was still tilted at an angle and some of the overhead lockers came open, spilling their contents out and showering the passengers with their bags.
“What the hell is going on? ” shouted Kelly as a laptop whistled past her ear.
Suzy undid her belt and leant down to help Claire. The young girl had a cut on her head, but it didn’t look too bad or deep, only superficial. There was blood on her face and Suzy helped Claire up into the nearest available seat.
The aeroplane was still leaning to the side and in all the commotion, Rasmus had woken up to find his luggage at his feet. The sleeping pills had not been enough to let him sleep through this. His bag was wet and his files would be ruined; duty free had probably not been the best idea. Most of the important files were in the cargo hold, thankfully. He undid his seatbelt and stood up.
“I’ve pressed the call button. If the co-pilot can come, he will,” said Professor Rasmus getting up. He stood in the aisle and stared down toward the back of the small plane. He had awoken with a startle and was running his hand through his white beard. He saw frightened faces staring back at him. “I would suggest everyone stay seated and buckled up. Suzy, Claire, quickly now.”
“I think the pilots are busy,” said Will dragging Suzy back into her seat. She was consoling Claire through the gap in the seats and Will clicked her belt back in.
As the Professor stood in the aisle, Tug began shouting. “Why are we flying like this? Why aren’t we straightening up? Fuck me, I didn’t sign up to...”
“ Be quiet, Tug,” said Will seeing how scared Suzy and Claire were. He loosened his seatbelt and turned around to Kelly. “You think we should go up there? Perhaps the pilots can tell us what’s going on.”
“I think we should stay where we are for now, Will. Rasmus is right, the safest place we can be right n ow is in our seats. They’ll have us straightened out in a jiffy. I think...” Kelly screamed.
There was a huge roaring noise and the plane hit another air pocket, this time dropping a few hundred feet in only a second. Rasmus was catapulted into the air and
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