The Mother of All Changes - April Entry mind_the_muse
When she walked into the airplane, hands cuffed her jacket hiding the tight silver bracelets, Kate felt trapped, she’d never liked small spaces; everything she’d dreaded was now taking form, her face rising to a crimson flush when the other passengers stared as they glanced up at her. Avoiding their gazes, she frantically searched for an escape route; for the moment there wasn’t one.
Dark hair falling around her, giving her a rather angelic appearance, Kate stared out the window, making idle chat with Mars. They had a strange bond, he was one of the few things in her life that she was grateful, he could tell when he looked at her, that he believed her; he didn’t see her as a cold-blooded killer.
That thought made her shiver, as she played with that term in her mind. Leaning her head back on the head rest, she closed her eyes, remembering the day she blew up Wayne. She didn’t regret it, the bruised face of her mother flashed across her memory; she gritted her teeth in the memory.
Her lashes flew open at the first sign of turbulence. She’d felt air pockets before, and even thunder storms while flying, but there was something different, it was just a gut feeling nothing more, but her gut was generally accurate.
Suddenly it felt as if a child’s hand held the fuselage, pulling the fragile plane up and down in the sky, the overhead bins open, luggage flies around the plane like soapy water in a washer. One hits him on the head knocking him out.
Without warning the oxygen masks popped out. She began to form a plan, as her keeper passed out, Kate willed herself conscious, fiddling with his pockets, she found the key to unlock her cuffs, grabbed a mask to put around his face, and then around her own.
The island called to her; Kate didn’t hear it. She was lost in thought and her life would never be the same.
Dark hair falling around her, giving her a rather angelic appearance, Kate stared out the window, making idle chat with Mars. They had a strange bond, he was one of the few things in her life that she was grateful, he could tell when he looked at her, that he believed her; he didn’t see her as a cold-blooded killer.
That thought made her shiver, as she played with that term in her mind. Leaning her head back on the head rest, she closed her eyes, remembering the day she blew up Wayne. She didn’t regret it, the bruised face of her mother flashed across her memory; she gritted her teeth in the memory.
Her lashes flew open at the first sign of turbulence. She’d felt air pockets before, and even thunder storms while flying, but there was something different, it was just a gut feeling nothing more, but her gut was generally accurate.
Suddenly it felt as if a child’s hand held the fuselage, pulling the fragile plane up and down in the sky, the overhead bins open, luggage flies around the plane like soapy water in a washer. One hits him on the head knocking him out.
Without warning the oxygen masks popped out. She began to form a plan, as her keeper passed out, Kate willed herself conscious, fiddling with his pockets, she found the key to unlock her cuffs, grabbed a mask to put around his face, and then around her own.
The island called to her; Kate didn’t hear it. She was lost in thought and her life would never be the same.