A Flight Home

A CRASH, an EXPLOSION, 

the smell of something burning.

I look down at my white shirt, now covered in red and realize it's me.

The world spins, no time to think,

the next thing I know I am falling, falling as clouds of fire and smoke wiz past me in the air

and rain falls, cold and heavy.

And my whole life flashes before me,

like the lightning that hit just a few moments ago,

and I know

that I won't make it 

home for dinner

tonight.