When the plane first crashed, debris went flying in every direction. Pilotless chunks of shrapnel cut through well-manicured stalks of corn and passengers alike. All around us explosions rocked the earth and silenced screams indiscriminately.
I watched disembodied as my beautiful wife walked through burning stalks of fire. I noticed that a piece of our plane's wing had imbedded itself deep within her upper skull… and as she staggered forward like a zombie and fell, I realized in horror that very moment before she died was the first time I had ever truly been in love with her.