Sunday, July 11, 2010


The men's and women's stomachs flipped as the plane began to descend. They sat in silence, there nerves vibrating them more than the shaking of the plane. The plane would be landing in three minutes and the platform would lower to an unknown number of people in an undisclosed location. Each of them quietly asked themselves the same questions as they grasped their gear. How many would there be? Will they recognize me after I've lived and fought a year in Hell?

*** Six Sentences ***

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