Crime Fiction

Crime Fiction (c)
Mark Rubinshtein

Stewardess

The chair she was sitting on was bolted to the floor. The reclining butt pillow was stiff and uncomfortable, and the straps dug into my shoulders. However, it was necessary to sit straight and smiling into the cabin, where the passengers, distraught with horror, stuck their heads between their knees, wailed, prayed, cursed or simply stared numbly at one point when the plane fell into the ocean.

 She calmly looked at the approaching surface. Emerald blue, slightly rippled, from here, from a height of nine thousand kilometers, the water seemed like a film that was stretched and slightly blown from below.

 Its elastic blue beckoned, and approaching, with every minute, the shore and the airfield strip were becoming more clearly visible, which, it was clear to her, they would not reach.

 The boy peed himself and, holding his mother's hand to his mouth, constantly asked others to wipe his legs, his mother, already unconscious from overload, buried her head in the back of the front seat, with her mouth full of vomit, her arms outstretched limply, sat next to him without moving. Only the shaking made her locks of pitch-black hair tremble and vibrate.

 The stewardess looked at the water and remembered the cat that would remain unfed for several days after her death. She had no one else.

 For a long time, feeling the meaninglessness of external relations and the end, she threw away the notebook.

 Now, looking at the sky, then at the water, and noting in herself a confident indifference to what was happening, complacently noting that her instincts had not failed her, she savored the last seconds of a hateful and empty life. Finding pleasure in realizing that life itself has flown by as fast as this fall.

 The wing, and then the tail, under the howls and curses of the passengers, touched the water. In some strange silence that came for a moment, she still managed to hear the cry of a child and then the crunch of the paneling, and blue water, like compressed air, poured into the cabin.

 She closed her eyes and, already feeling the impact and hearing her spine crack, took in a gulp of full lungs of water. (c)

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Crime Fiction c Mark Rubinstein

Crime Fiction (c)