The pre-flight briefing predicted smooth sailing to Bermuda, but a mysterious disturbance had the jet bucking and beverage cart careening. Flight attendants struggled to wrestle the cart through the aisle without maiming terrified passengers—to reach the aft-galley and stow the beast.
Co-pilot Wilson slammed back the cockpit door. Roared, “Don your life-vests. NOW!"
The cart secured; flight attendants buckled in. Shouted, "Heads down! Grab ankles! Stay low!"
Then they braced and prayed the gatekeeper of the Bermuda Triangle might spare them—their prayers unanswered as the sea swallowed the aircraft in one mighty gulp and licked its salty lips.
Lisa H. Owens
November 2022 - Globe Soup Microfiction Monthly Contest
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