The earphones fit perfectly for a change, snugly, warm and comforting in my ears.
I reached into my pocket and turned up the volume of my iPod. Dido began to sing a little louder than one second ago.
‘no white flag, above my door’
oh no baby, I thought, no white flag.
‘…go down with the ship…’
indeed you will, and so will I.
Walking through the aisle, I looked at the passengers on both sides. They stared back mat me scared, faces pale and it struck me a little funny. I positioned myself and began my performance, I’d rehearsed my lines well and knew I would kill it. I realised though, that I was talking a bit too loudly, like headphon’ed’ people normally do.
Same can be said true for people with 2 Kg RDX trapped on their bodies. One of my two brothers was done with the praying and he tapped me on the shoulder saying that it was my turn.
I walked into the pilot’s cabin and sat in the co-pilot’s chair. I smiled at the pilot’s blood streaked face which radiated hate at me like a brilliant heater, the kinds we could ony dream of back home on cold winter nights. I sat there looking at the clouds, Strato Cumuls the passanger next to me had called them and the cities standing tall and far far away.
Not for long though.
I did not pray, just skipped to my next favorite song. The clock at my belt slowly ticked to blasting point.
Just enough time to squeeze in Floyd…..’Time’.