The girl was glad she had a window seat. The lunatic had been storming up and down the aisle with a makeshift bomb strapped to his chest long enough that he was surely tuckering out.
The flight attendants were huddled in the rear galley speaking in hushed whispers while the plane banked right, pitching the lunatic sideways, and the jet left the city in its wake. The explosion and crash that would follow would be less devastating in the burbs.
She looked down, her eyes focusing on the bouncy house and kids' party at the end of a winding driveway.
By Lisa H. Owens
Just 100 Words
100 Word Stories - July 2022 Photo Prompt
Keep it simple, Stupid!
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