Photo Copyright: Rochelle Wisaff-Fields
Lisa and Mark boarded their first transcontinental flight to Rome. With wide eyes she sunk into the leather chair. She spoke a mile a minute to Mark about everywhere she wanted to visit. The plane shook then nosedived hours into the flight. The oxygen masks dropped and Lisa gripped the armrests, closed her eyes, and prayed. Relief came a minute later, as the shaking slowed then stopped. The plane climbed and leveled out.
Mark caressed her hand. “It was turbulence. Everything’s fine.”
Lisa stared out the window. Her eyes became heavy and she slept until they landed.