Part 92: Blind Spark of Light
In the serene expanse of the sky, our helicopter cut through the air with a gentle hum, carrying us toward our destination. The rhythmic whirring of the blades overhead lulled us into a state of drowsiness, each of us succumbing to the weariness of our journey. Sarah, exhausted from the day's events, nestled close to her father, seeking solace in the familiar comfort of his presence.
As the minutes ticked by in a languid procession, a sudden eruption shattered the tranquility of our journey. A blinding spark of light crackled through the air, sending shockwaves of panic rippling through our small cabin. In an instant, our peaceful flight transformed into a harrowing ordeal as the helicopter bucked and spun violently, like a leaf caught in a tempest.