Code Red
Fiction - Stories - Self-published

I clench my teeth. The cockpit is a cacophony of beeping sounds. The instrument panel a kaleidoscope of flashing red lights.

"Captain..."

I nod, without taking my eyes off the angry sea of grey before me. With all the checklists exhausted, there is nothing more to say.

Few seconds later, the plane hammers onto the tarmac, its frame jarred by the impact. The engines scream in reverse.

A lineup of fire trucks emerges from the fog on the right side of the runway. This time they will not be needed.

In the back, the passengers erupt into applause.

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