Action: Flying in a plane
The soft hum gathered into a deafening roar as engines fired up, preparing for launch.
I braced myself in the upright position. Trembling with foreboding, fearful of flight.
The thrill of gliding mid-air on the wings of angels had shattered in an instant, transformed irrevocably into terror after 9/11. No measure of rational thought budged me from the pathological need to stay planted on terra firma.
But I had to go.
As the aircraft lifted gracefully, riding the jet stream current, I felt something.
A thump. A bump.
What was that?