Matt rose from his seat, "I have to go warn the passengers." Frank
jerked him down by the back of his shirt,
"Are you crazy?!"
"What if they want to pray or call their families, or..."
"Listen, get your ass in that seat! We're gonna take 'er down as
smoothly as we can and hope for the best."
"Ohmagod, Ohmagod, Ohmagod..." Matt repeated as he followed
orders given. The seconds seemed to creep by as they each looked
over gauges and couldn’t seem to find the problem. As the plane
inched within feet of the ground Matt knelt on the floor of the cockpit
and began to pray incessantly. He prayed for himself, he prayed for
the passengers and the stewardesses, he prayed for Frank who was
so bravely trying to save all of their lives.
The plane bumped smoothly to a landing and Matt looked at Frank
quizzically. As the breaks halted the wheels of the landing gear the
corners of Frank's lips curled up and he began to laugh loudly and
genuinely, from deep in his large gut.
Aspiring Writers Magazine Winter Edition
