BY: MAURICIO ESCOBAR
1.2
The bracelet produced the familiar beeping sound. When it was finally around his wrist, the little red indicator flickered slower and slower. The floating astronaut looked through the dark glasses as the rumbling, and the alarms, and the screams and the metal rubbing softly came to an end. The noise decreased in volume, the chaos subtly became quiet and the panic softly became imperceptible.
The red indicator continued flickering, slower and slower…
The man in the dark suit looked up. The rolling and flying objects, the blinking lights, the people, everything, peacefully froze. The air blowing with the violence of a hurricane peacefully diminished into a subtle breeze and finally into nothing. The rapid, twinkling bursts of lightning outside and the motion of the dark clouds solidified. The scared features on the faces of the passengers gradually petrified until resembling that of freakish statues.
The red indicator flickered slower and slower…
The entire scenario progressed in slow motion as everything stood still, silent, passive. The man in the suit observed with a silent gasp. Bodies frozen, levitating on the air like balloons. Some of them had their arms extended, trying to hold onto something as the now stationary current of air from the sudden loss of pressure tried to pull them outside of the plane; with violence; but there were others, hose holding at each other with facial muscles tense and eyes looking at emptiness, resigned themselves to their final hour.
He couldn’t avoid shuddering.
He then looked at the back and could see the flames flying off towards him at a lethargic speed. The final moment.
The astronaut observed static. Then, his bracelet beeped.
The indicator suddenly blinked off… and then turned green.
Everything was quiet now.
The floating astronaut in the black suit then looked down.
Martin wasn’t there anymore.
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