A plane be flyin' normal, passengers be chill-axin' when a terrorist F's up the vibe, big stupid produced a box cutter and demands be flown who cares where.
Passengers move on that ass, tied up with a necktie. Everybody be like let's ditch their ass.
Hairy butt tossed clear out the flying plane dawg at low altitude. Insult to injury, don't even stop. Landing gear be like touching the dusty ground at very low taxi speed, like fast as a car.
Fool be gone.
It a propeller plane so flyin' like that ain't crazy. It be savannah, in hours' time darkness and what lurks brace that ass.
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THE HARDEST
General FictionPassengers got no patience for a terrorist. Flash fiction. First in a series 'The hardest'. Each story will have intensity.
