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Flight Attendants Suffer from a Nuclear Metamorphosis
A DREAM
A plane lost its power in the sky and the earth sucked it back down to where it belongs. The plane glided into a cliff wall on the edge of the ocean. A nuclear explosion followed. The one survivor of the explosion was a flight attendant, but she had been changed by the explosion into a large horsefly. Our class had been taken back in time to witness the well-documented tragedy. We stood on top of the cliff looking down on the transformed woman struggling to hold onto the walls of the cliff that crumbled away under her fly legs. The harder she crawled, the more the cliff gave way. She slid down past a cave and bats in flight exited by the thousands while rats crawled out the sides of the hole and onto the cliff walls in every direction. The kids kept yelling, trying to warn the mutated fly/flight attendant, “Bats and rats! Bats and rats!” but since we were back in time, we were invisible to her. It was never known why she didn’t use her wings, and I grew sick and bored of the whole thing and looked away. Later I asked a friend what had become of her: “She slipped down the cliff in an avalanche of rock and was buried alive.”
Back in class, we met a gray, long-haired cat that had also been a flight attendant in a similar accident. The poor woman had been trapped in a tube of the fuselage for over two weeks but lived, only to find herself transformed into a cat. A girl raised her hand and told the class that once a stray cat had walked into their house for no reason and her mom had to shoo it out with a broom. I started to say something about my similar story, but as I thought about it—the shining black stray cat on the dresser watching me with large yellow eyes and my mom standing in front of the cat showing her mental fangs as she yelled, “In the name of Jesus Christ, don’t you try to possess my son, I command you in the name of Jesus Christ to get out of here now!” The cat shrieking and leaping off the dresser and running full speed out the propped-open front door—I decided that my story was a little too freaky, so I let it go saying once that happened to me too. I was sad, I liked that cat.
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