Date: 3/12/2020
By adioselise
I’m with my mom and sister waiting for a flight in Austin. I feel restless. I hate flying. I stand up and walk around to a large picture window. From this window I see a very low flying plane. I think “It’s getting closer but surely it won’t crash” I watch it slowly drive into the wall of the building, almost peacefully. I wonder where my family is.