Page 242 - Reason To Sing by Kelita Haverland
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Reason To Sing
The empty water glass cracks in my hand as I choke back
a sob. In less than an hour this stupid plane will land. That is
if we don’t crash first. A part of me would rather suffer this
airborne pandemonium forever than confront the chaos surely
waiting for me at home.
Fasten your seatbelts, says the voice from the cockpit. This
landing may be a little rough.
My hands are shaking as I click the buckle into place. It’s
not the landing I am worried about. It’s what happens after we
land that has me terrified.
Have I completely screwed up my life?
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