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The Last Plane
#WritcoStoryPrompt40
The noise was too loud, almost as if someone was using a drill machine in his head. He craned his head to relieve the cramp in his neck. When he couldn't move he realised where he was; in a coffin deep in the confines of an airplane...
Now taking in a deep breath. How had this managed? More importantly how to get out alive? He moved his hands to get the dementions of this coffin. There seemed to be hardly enough room, his head was at an awkward angle. "this sure is not first class" went through his head. Not now Jack focus.
What was the last thing he remembered. It was 9pm he had finished the late news and done his nightcare routine. Janice always had made fun of him for that,he missed her dearly. "focus!". This must have been done by one of his anger clients. Jack was a lawyer by trade and the top in this local district. Pausing and thinking intensely.He felt a vibration in his pocket. "what on earth,"mumbling as he tried to get the device out his pocket. you damn near need to be a contortionist!.
Finally wiggling it free and scuffling up his knuckles he gets it up to his face.
< well played Mr.Jack, you'll be landing in Huston that's if the storage coldness hasn't killed you on this 14 hour flight!>
This boggled his mind even more, Huston! what in the blimely do they figure in Huston. He thanked his Angel's for he has so far survived this trip.
Still the questions remained who and why would do this?
The time on the phone read 3.14 am but who knew if this was right. He saw some light shine three the top crack of the coffin lid. A mild wood wrap that the constructor hadn't taken in to account. Now if only he had something thin to place a note or get a person attion upon landing.
BEEP!
The phone then died. That shred of hope slowly slipped away. He felt for his pockets. maybe he could rip a hole in it and stuff it on the hole in this lid.
His breaths has been getting shallower over time, it was hard to keep his panic now at bay. He would surely suffocate to death.
© Ann Doerwald
The noise was too loud, almost as if someone was using a drill machine in his head. He craned his head to relieve the cramp in his neck. When he couldn't move he realised where he was; in a coffin deep in the confines of an airplane...
Now taking in a deep breath. How had this managed? More importantly how to get out alive? He moved his hands to get the dementions of this coffin. There seemed to be hardly enough room, his head was at an awkward angle. "this sure is not first class" went through his head. Not now Jack focus.
What was the last thing he remembered. It was 9pm he had finished the late news and done his nightcare routine. Janice always had made fun of him for that,he missed her dearly. "focus!". This must have been done by one of his anger clients. Jack was a lawyer by trade and the top in this local district. Pausing and thinking intensely.He felt a vibration in his pocket. "what on earth,"mumbling as he tried to get the device out his pocket. you damn near need to be a contortionist!.
Finally wiggling it free and scuffling up his knuckles he gets it up to his face.
< well played Mr.Jack, you'll be landing in Huston that's if the storage coldness hasn't killed you on this 14 hour flight!>
This boggled his mind even more, Huston! what in the blimely do they figure in Huston. He thanked his Angel's for he has so far survived this trip.
Still the questions remained who and why would do this?
The time on the phone read 3.14 am but who knew if this was right. He saw some light shine three the top crack of the coffin lid. A mild wood wrap that the constructor hadn't taken in to account. Now if only he had something thin to place a note or get a person attion upon landing.
BEEP!
The phone then died. That shred of hope slowly slipped away. He felt for his pockets. maybe he could rip a hole in it and stuff it on the hole in this lid.
His breaths has been getting shallower over time, it was hard to keep his panic now at bay. He would surely suffocate to death.
© Ann Doerwald
