Ravyne’s Nest
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Ravyne’s Nest



A serial killer takes a flight to LA

Photo by Ross Parmly on Unsplash

Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for traveling American Airlines. We have now reached a cruising altitude of 36,000 feet. We will be arriving in LA in about six hours. Wifi service is available for all of your devices. Enjoy your flight.

Lucas listened to the soft voice of the flight attendant as he pulled out his laptop. He would get a lot accomplished on the flight, but he didn’t need six hours. He began punching in computer codes.

Across the aisle, a small child whimpered. Lucas glanced over at her, a sly smile creased across his face. He could tolerate that for a little while.

He went back to his work.

Five minutes later, a couple, a few seats ahead of him, began a heated argument. He looked up from his laptop. If only they knew how short life was, he thought, they would be hugging one another instead.

He went back to work.

The plane jolted. The small girl screamed. Lucas watched her for a moment.

We are experiencing some turbulence, Ladies and Gentlemen. No need to be alarmed.

Right, Lucas thought as he continued typing, turbulence. Just turbulence, ladies and gentlemen.

A half an hour later, the plane was still jolting and shaking. All around Lucas, people were panicking. He heard women weeping, men cursing, children crying. He continued typing.

Well into the next hour, the lights in the plane began flickering. The shaking had only intensified and by now, everyone on the plane but Lucas were in sheer terror. One of the flight attendants was busy running up and down the aisle trying to calm down the passengers. Another attendant came through with a cart offering beverages. Lucas accepted a bottled water and watched the third attendant as she kept conferencing with the pilot. Lucas sipped his water for a moment and then went back to his work.

By now, they were somewhere in the middle of the Midwest. Conditions on the plane were deteriorating. One of the engines blew, making a loud pop and hissing noise. People screamed at the flight attendants. One man kept grabbing at his chest. A woman near the front of the plane was hyperventilating. An attendant brought her a paper bag and kept repeating the same words over and over again, just breathe slowly. The pilot assured everyone that it was merely a malfunction and the plane would be fine with just one engine. Lucas laughed lightly to himself but kept on working.

As soon as they hit the Rockies, the plane began losing altitude. Everyone bolted forward in their seats. Two of the flight attendants lost their footing and fell. The third attendant screamed at the pilot through the intercom. Pandemonium struck the entire plane as people began screaming and crying, offering up prayers to God, and clutching at their children.

The plane was falling at a quickened pace. The pilot had lost all control over the system’s panel.

One of the attendants read the safety rules in between her own tears. People were instructed to put on their safety belts as oxygen masks fell in front of them.

Lucas closed his laptop and smiled. This was his biggest kill yet. It didn’t matter that this time he too would die. He was prepared for that. He closed his eyes and listened to the screams all around him and slowly breathed in the chaos as the plane smashed into the mountainside.

©2020 Lori Carlson. All Rights Reserved.

Lori Carlson writes poetry, fiction, articles, creative non-fiction and personal essays. Most of her topics are centered around Relationships, Spirituality, Life Lessons, Mental Health, Nature, Loss, Death, and the LGBTQ+ community. Check out her personal Medium blog here.



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