lowenstein

Air — Waxahatchee

When the water spilt I knew it was not normal. There’d been slight bumps for the whole flight but this one was big enough to topple my plastic glass for God’s sake; no way is that normal. People were looking at each other with slight panic but as usual trying to shrug it off with platitudes and forced laughter, “ooh that was a big one” etc. I knew I’d been right all along.

I didn’t even want to go on the trip in the first place but Lucy insisted we go, that it was good to do things as a couple. I feel her hand on mine and it speaks reassurances better than she does, she doesn’t have a good poker face and her eyes are just as terrified as mine are. I ask her, do you have any tissues? for the water and she unbuckles her seatbelt to stand up and open the overhead compartment but before she gets the chance there’s a voice over the tannoy apologizing for the turbulence and asking the cabin crew to make their way to the cockpit. The seatbelt light goes on and the plane shakes again. I tell Lucy not to worry and she quickly sits back down and fastens her seatbelt because she no longer believes everything is going to be fine.

After a minute or so of silence the plane breaks out into total pandemonium when the oxygen masks are released from the ceiling. The safety demonstration gets totally ignored and people scramble to save their children, their parents, their loved ones, Lucy’s mask is securely fitted before mine and her hand is squeezing mine harder than before, there’s a brief moment of calm where we are looking at each other before the orange fireball rips a hole in the back of the plane and I feel the pull of the sky wrestling with the screws holding our seats in and the sky wins and fuuuuuu

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it’s like being winded I’m trying to blue gulp the air but my blue lungs can’t get any blue and my mouth comes up blue empty every time i lose sense of up blue and blue down i feel sick but can’t breathe only blue falling Lucy’s hair whips my face the wind blue drowns her scream out but her blue fingers grip me tighter than ever before and I know the blue end is

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