Devonne Brown

Sandy hung on as tight as she could. She was ready for the flight but not the destination. She felt the butterflies in her knees first. They were weak and would tingle louder and harder the closer they came to landing, her stomach would turn before the final  touch down.

It would be hours before the last stop. The hours would pass slowly, but then it would be over in the blink of an eye. 

Her hands would shake.  Would she be ready for the final landing? Would she cry and make a fool of herself? 

There was an elephant in the room, for her at least. It may or may not be addressed. Long ago he told her to let it go. She tried many times to release it, but had a hard time forgiving herself. She’d decided not to bring it up, and wouldn’t unless he did. Let sleeping elephants lie, that was the course of action Sandy would take. 

Be present in the moment. Soar. Enjoy the flight. Should she have wine, beer, whisky, or Diet Coke? 

They swooped down for a landing. Sandy held on so tight her knuckles turned white and it wasn’t even the last stop as the landing gear dropped and the wings turned inward. They lightly touched down. 

Back in the air again, the final destination loomed.

Terrified, anxious, yet excited, Sandy dropped from the sky, and they stopped.

Showtime.