Zaki Uddin

Black Bird

People were screaming, everyone on board flight AA231 was panicking. It was approaching midnight. The flight attendants tried to reassure the passengers that everything would be okay. However, I could sense the subtle change of pitch in one of their tones. That reassurance was merely an attempt to mask the ugly truth, that we are all going to perish. All that can be heard are men crying like babies. Babies, being denied the attention of their unresponsive mothers. As I sat there, buckled into my seat, the terror began to clench my heart. My hands drenched in sweat were clamped onto the armrests, clueless as to what to do. Never had I witnessed mankind in such a state.