Flight 737 by Mark Antony Raines

                                                         Flight 737

I am  falling. The 737 is a 100 yards above me  I  hear the rush of the wind, and it’s so cold. i realize I  am  still holding my  baby .Falling  falling  the wind sounds  are a deafening, falling  falling  the baby is wiggly  in my  arms.Falling Falling  the ground  below  is getting  near  .The baby is  wiggling I feel this tiny  form of human  being release  from my grip I put  out  my outstretched  arm to grab  hold for  my last   chance  for  help but the infant  slips and crashs down  towards the ground  at great  speed; I wince as I see the baby hitting the  ground  and in my mind’s eye  I imagine the cracks of the  bones and the splatter  of sickly  blood  red   blood  oozing  from  the  body . Falling; Falling.i can  still  see  the  plane   that  is spinning  and crashing  out of the sky ,Flight 737 is waiting  at grate Eleven will all passengers  please  get  ready  to  board  The   aircraft  as it will be departing  at 5pm   .Falling  Falling. The End.