A mother holds her baby close while proffering neon green ear plugs to other plane passengers. “He’ll definitely cry!” she says, smiling while waving the bright bag in the air.
Twenty thousand feet over Burbank, the baby starts crying. Our eyes already closed, we can’t help but laugh and smile.
Justin Tran, a graduate of Indiana University, spends most of his time traveling for work. He enjoys writing stories based on the odd personalities he meets on his journeys.
When they finally landed, they knew their plane would never fly again.
They gathered driftwood and heaped it into teepee-like piles. “These are not for cooking or warmth,” the captain said. “They are beacons.”
He hoarded the matches for weeks and used the last of them to signal the rescuers.
“Remind me again,” shouted Timothy Thicke, “why I just fell out of an airplane.”
“Because I pushed you,” yelled Evan Edgelow.
“And why did you push me?”
“Our cover was blown.”
“And why did you grab the stewardess, too?”
“I have a thing for redheads! Also, she has the parachute.”