I remember...We were flying low,
and hit something in the air.
The girl...Is laying there beside me,
and on her face is such a distant stare.
Liquid warmth, is flowing from my body.
Life is oozing out, with my blood.
The attendant kneels down and whispers softly,
"Sorry, there's no chance for you...."
If you or anyone you know has written a Friday Flash 55, please come tell the G-Man. I will visit, read, enjoy, comment ...then BOOK!!!
Special thanks to Jim Rutelidge for helping inspire this morbid offering.
Have a Spooky Weekend...