Plane Crash off of Marathon Florida in the Florida Keys Plane was full of Children, Everybody Likes Plane Crashes...Well maybe Like is not the correct word... but lets just say they gain attention, gather interest... Peak ones Morbidity.
It was a normal sunny day down in the Florida Keys... so many things for a tourist to do... first he went climbing on a rope ladder up to the top of the tallest building in Marathon... it was easy at first but when he got to the top the wind was howling and he sure as hell feared letting go from up that high.... all he wanted to do was climb back down he was scared.... maybe even shit his pants...and he had one leg up over the top... still he wanted down rather then go that little bit further to the top.... another nicety was he just then realized he was the only one on the attraction... alone he just laid there for a moment clinging tightly almost at the very top... but not quite over.
Later that day he decided to go for a ride in an airplane.. it was a sight seeing tour.. It was in a Cessna Caravan... that is basic an Exploded version of any high wing Cessna with a PT-6 Pratt and Whitney Prop Jet Engine... seemed like there was a shit load of people on it a bunch of kids too... on a camping jamboree or something... of course what did he know? he climbed on board via the air stair in the rear and made his was through the cabin hunched over up to the front towards the cockpit... Shit the Co Pilots seat was already taken by a big fat woman wearing a red sweater...damn it... so he sat on the right side of the plane just behind her... they took off down that big long asphalt runway... the turquoise waters and islands smatterings appeared below... as the magic carpet of a machine rose.
He did not realize there was going to be a landing involved... but yes on a grass strip with houses close on either side and at the end... this was interesting he thought... as they landed and rumbled to a stop.
They picked somebody up, oh man the plane was now really bulging as... they taxied to the approach end of the strip and the Pilot advanced the throttle to Maximum..... trundling trundling trundling down the grass strip... all seem well... until the plane never lifted off and went plowing into the house at the very end... SHIT! Crap went flying.... the front part of the cabin stayed together... as they went through the living room he could see... all the things one needs in a living room... go by his plexi glass side window... even another red sweater.. well I'll be.... they must be good luck today he thought.
Fortunately the house was constructed of T- 1-11 and two bye four studs... so it was not terribly strong and no one was home... it sheered the wings off and the fuselage broke like a pretzel stick about two thirds of the way back...
Damn, no body was killed lucky... but there sure was a lot of hooting and hollering going on .. these little girls were screaming over the still body of their little brother he was about maybe 9 or 10 years old, he had red goo on his neck , was that blood he thought to himself... he reached down and touched the boy.. na it was some sort of medicine bottle contents that had broken and spilled all over him... he put his finger in it and tasted of it... He picked the boy up and put him over his shoulder to move him away from the spilled Kerosene fuel and to find him some help... he was out.. but breathing... his the sisters got swept off in a group.. he was looking for an ambulance or some medical assistance or something for the boy.... soon other people started arriving on the scene... the boys father being one... he was a Spanish man with a green tight knit shirt on.. and very worried eyes.... whey he saw his son on the shoulder he began to tear up as well as did the man who was delivering his son.... and then the daughters came running over... and well it was a tearful happy ending...No one was apparently hurt to seriously.... about then the emergency vehicles began to show up and ... the meaning well clucking hens started to issue orders about....
He simply just walked off Scene... it was the easiest thing to do. He liked easy. He really did. Plus he was good at it.
After all he was the Hero of his own own living dream you did not need to know about it or share it even.. it was your choice to read it, But Why? Sorry if your not well.
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