Jamie Wilson

Collide

Crawford heard the crash long before he saw the black smoke rising above the trees where the plane had gone down. He had been sitting on the deck of the weekend rental cabin, drinking his morning coffee and enjoying the view of the mountains when the small plane crossed over the trees in the distance, its engine sputtering just before it took a deep dive, and then he lost sight of it behind the trees. The sound was deafening, though. Trees snapping like gunshots, screeching metal being ripped from its frame, and then a final thud that rumbled through the ground, followed by an eerie silence.