Timed Prompt

   Christmas Eve.  Fog stuck to the tarmac at Lindbergh Field.  The delayed flight was now ready to board.  As seated the passengers looked to the windows to the back of them.  They pushed the wolf grey cover upwards but it was still there.  Outside of the room there is a sudden roar that slowly gets louder.  The pilot instructs them of their protocol.  The passengers looked through the window across them to see the cloud move and form around the plane.  The cloud started to move faster and faster.

   The children grew nervous and anxious.  The outnumbered parents tried to hush them.  The floor jerked up and the passengers started to lean to their left and right.  They thought about what was coming  as the cloud got thicker.  The deeper they thought the darker and thicker the cloud grew.  The room also started to rattle more.

  The pilot was desperate to see.  He constantly checked the black and green screen.  He grew more nervous and comfortable as more green crosses joined his.  He too was nervous about what was coming.  The radio constantly flared like a firework show with orders and coordinates.

   The spacious room ratted again.  They new they were closer as the fog cleared little by little and the desert wings shined in the baking sun.  They looked down from time to time seeing the faces across from them shining with sweat as they looked up to God, down in desperation, or staring back at them under the green and tan helmets.

   Eventually in all the silence one parent got up, confidently with a pessimistic tone instructed his fellow parents and brave children.  The Titan leveled out and one by one the fearful children, followed by the parents jumped out in formation.  Few ever to see another Christmas Eve again.