Word count: 100
Marcus and Jane hadn’t vacationed in years, so when Marcus’ grandfather died, leaving his grandson a substantial donation, the couple first invested in college funds for the kids. Then they booked a holiday in Hawaii. It meant connections and long distances, but neither cared; they were kid-free and ready for alone time. They rested their eyes and sighed.
Abruptly, shouting erupted near the cockpit; urgent; demanding. The plane pitched downward.
Marcus had never felt such immediate, gripping fear. Strangers shrieked; wailing mothers hugged babies; a man with a bloody knife stumbled by.
Marcus clutched Jane until forces ripped them apart.