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Turbulence
You shake your head and begin to unbutton your shirt. The air-
hostess looks confused, not knowing if she should be alerting anyone
of your suspicious behaviour.
As you unbutton your shirt, the bomb becomes more noticeable.
The air-hostess’ eyes widen as she realises what is underneath. She
lets out a faint yelp as the colour drains from her face.
‘
You walk down the aisles of the airplane, the bomb now fully on show.
Children, mothers and people who are alone are crying, some people
are petitioning to throw you off the plane. Now it’s time for you to
speak up. You are on your own now.
‘
‘
Standing on the promises I cannot fall, listening every moment to the Spirit’s call,
resting in my Saviour as my all in all, standing on the promises of God.
’
‘
A crying boy stands, ‘Please mister, we’re just going to go see my
daddy.’ His eyes are tear-stained, his whole body quivering and
his mouth turned into the saddest look you have ever seen… you will
ever see.
‘
They say explosionswereheard fromkilometres away. The aftermath
from the crash was devastating. All 215 passengers from the aircraft
died and almost two thousand people working in the Lloyd’s
Building of London. Devastation, catastrophe and heartbreak are all
that remains.
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