I don't know where I am. Smoke rises around me. I'm strapped, seated but I'm in the open air. Blue sky. I can hear crackling, something's burning. And birds. There's an oval window next to me and a torn wall. I am dazed. Perhaps those birds are the ones you see in cartoons around heads when someone's been hit?
I never wanted to fly. It was the trip of a lifetime, Mum said. Let's do it! I had reservations but I wanted memories, exclusive to just us.
Mum. I turn. She's there. But something's wrong...
Suddenly, I know.
NO!
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100 words exactly
This Drabble was written from the prompt:
A plane crashes. Your loved one is on it. You are the only survivor.
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