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The pilot was still unconscious and sat slumped in his seat. Graham tried to pull back on the yoke, but the nose of the plane fought his effort and continued to plummet. The surface of the water came quickly. Though with no engine sounds, the descent was nearly serene, like the hush that fell over the crowd as an Olympian dove from the ten-meter platform. Time slowed, breaths ceased, death was imminent.

1 comment:

  1. or was it!? cue up opening of Lost with a close up of Jacks eye :)


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