Word Count: 100 words of text, exactly
Genre: Realistic fiction
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©January 7th, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram
The Cessna stood on the tarmac, polished and shining in the sun.
Seven-year old Julia read its tail fin: N173VP it read. She looked up at her father, round eyes worried: “Dad, will it take us all the way to Peachtree?”
Her father smiled tightly. “Yes, but we’ll have to flap our arms up and down, like this,” demonstrating it.
She laughed, her eyes still round. “It looks so tiny, Dad,” she said. She didn’t add, “I’m scared.”
“It’ll be all right, sweetheart,” he said. He didn’t add, “I’m scared, too.”
He was acutely claustrophobic.
The plane held. They survived.
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