“EastCloud Forty-nine Ninety, transmission garbled, say again.” “New York, EastCloud Forty-nine clar-an emer-” As she pulled back, she saw blood dripping down on them from the little boy who’d been contorted into the open luggage bin above them.
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Her cheek twitched as something wet and warm splashed on her skin one drop then another. Get us back on the ground! Please, God, get us back on the ground! Logan held her tight as the jet resumed a smooth flight. Kayla thrust her face into Logan’s chest, slid her arms around him and sobbed, feeling his heart beating rapidly against her face. Even as the sounds of crying and moaning passengers filled the plane, people began helping each other. In the aftermath, the attendants, despite being hurt and bleeding, took charge. “Please, please, let this be over,” Kayla whispered through her tears. Passengers yelled and screamed, some calling out to God before the crew regained control and finally leveled the plane. Now it began dropping, banking downward, as if it would spiral out of control. Logan reached out to grab an older woman who’d fallen into them but she slipped from his grip as the jet suddenly rolled right until it was almost level. The bin doors opened and luggage tumbled like boulders along the left row. Again, bodies flew through the cabin, slamming against other passengers, the wall and the overhead luggage bins. Then the plane lurched hard to the left with the left wing pointing directly to the earth. Kayla clawed at Logan, locking her arms around him as people screamed, cursed and prayed. The jet froze with its wings in a twelve-and-six-o’clock position. The service trolley crashed into passengers in the right rows, spilling hot coffee and raining down cans of soda and juice. Kayla held up her phone to the window but it flew from her hand and her seat belt cut deep into her as the plane suddenly rolled hard, the right wing tipping toward the ground as if the jet was flipping over.īodies bumped over seats as people not belted were tossed to the right wall, along with laptops, backpacks and purses amid shrieks and loud bangs as items thudded and hammered in the overhead bins. “I think we’re over the Catskill Mountains,” Logan said. Then she turned to her window to take in the view below. “I’m making a documentary of your first flight.” “Hey, smile,” he said, pointing his phone at her. She took comfort in having him beside her now on what was her first-and maybe the most important-flight of her life. I’ll look into applying and transferring to a school there, he’d said. Logan, who was still in law school, had told her not to worry. What if I get the job? Kayla had asked him. He’d agreed, using his sister’s points to cover his flight. She’d asked him to go with her because she’d never flown before, and was terrified. They’d pay all expenses-flight, hotel, meals and cabs. Two days ago, Maly Kriz-Janda had called Kayla, requesting she be in Manhattan for an interview as soon as possible. One had accepted a job at Versace, and the other had gone to Givenchy. Then, last week, her professor had learned that the two candidates ahead of her had dropped out of the running. Heartbroken, Kayla had soldiered on at the mall. But her expected call for an interview never came.
Kayla wanted the job with all of her heart and had begun working on overcoming her fear of flying. They’d loved Kayla’s designs and the position involved flying to Los Angeles, Miami and Toronto for major conferences with North American retailers. Then, three weeks ago, everything had changed when, through her professor’s help, Kayla was short-listed for a position with Maly Kriz-Janda in Manhattan.
While she was uncertain about her aspirations and her future, she was grateful to have a job so she could start paying off her student loans. She’d studied fashion at Buffalo State where a professor, impressed with her designs, had done all he could to help her get noticed.Īfter graduating Kayla had found a full-time position selling women’s clothing at the mall in Cheektowaga, the Walden Galleria. “It’ll be over before you know it.”Īs the flight cut across Upstate New York, she tried to relax by focusing on the opportunity awaiting her in Manhattan. We should have you in New York at the gate in about an hour and ten minutes.” We have no weather ahead of us and no traffic jams at LaGuardia, so we expect a very smooth flight arriving on time. Very shortly we’ll reach our cruising altitude of twenty-seven thousand feet. On behalf of our entire crew, welcome aboard EastCloud Flight Forty-nine Ninety. “This is Captain Raymond Matson with First Officer Roger Anderson. Not long after they’d received their drinks there was another announcement.