Writing Prompt #2

You’ve just parked your car at work and, carefully balancing your coffee in one hand and your binders and planner in the other, bump your door closed with your hip. It’s the first warm day of Spring and the birds are returning from their southern hideaway. There’s hardly a cloud in the sky. Just as you look up to admire the happy blue hue, a tiny flash catches your eye. It’s a plane, thousands of feet above the earth… and it’s on fire. 



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