“It seemed to last for ever. Eventually I managed to find some sort of balance, lodged between the wall and the floor, both at forty-five degrees, and the struggling bodies of Cohen and Amagat. I couldn’t seem to focus on anything, so I just closed my eyes and clung tightly to the two of them. After a time, Amagat, stopped screaming and the three of us just lay there, awaiting death. A long interval when all I heard was the pounding of my heart, the rough rasp of my breath. Then I heard the ...light patter of fingers on a console. I opened my eyes and looked at the co-pilot, thinking he must have come around, fought off the gas somehow. I was wrong. He still hung limply from his harness of safety-belts and packing tape. My mind. Playing savage tricks with my senses in my last few minutes — seconds? — of life. But the trick persisted, the tap-tap-tapping seemed to fill my head as if no other sound could possibly matter.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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