The chapter below is from the sci-fi, triller book Fear is in the Air by Eva Newermann
Mayday! Mayday! Mayday!
Star Gaze Airline called one day asking if I could work on a special flight. A group of Arabian sheiks were flying from Miami to Egypt. They had asked specifically for Lovise and me to serve them. I was very flattered and agreed. I called Lovise and she was also very excited.
Having sheiks onboard was always fun. They would give you beautiful gifts, like a ruby ring or a diamond bracelet. One time I got a Rolex Oyster, I’m still wearing it every day. Airlines do have rules and regulations saying a flight attendant is not allowed to receive gifts from the passengers, but since SGA is a privately owned airline, they don’t have any such rules.
It’s May 2005, Friday the 13th and we are flying from Miami to Egypt.
When the passengers board I can see some of the sheiks are bringing their wives and others their mistresses. All the girls are very young, pretty and blond.
I guess blondes do have more fun.
I recognize the sheik who probably asked for Lovise and me. He is an older guy, at least 50, and the one who gave me the Rolex. He’s always asking for a date and I’m always turning him down, saying, “You don’t want to go there!”
He will then grab my hand, his ugly brown eyes glowing. “Oh, but I do, I do want to go there!”
You don’t know how lucky you are, being rejected.
The sheik spots me and waves me over.
“Ewa! I’m so happy to see you!” He grabs me and three smackers are planted on my cheeks, then he whispers in my ear. “I’ve got something very special for you this time.”
I smile and show him the Rolex on my wrist. “See, I’ve been wearing this ever since you gave it to me.”
He takes my hand, smiling. “I’m very, very pleased to hear that. I will give you my special gift later.”
The cabin is all clear for takeoff, Lovise and I are in our seats. Lovise is grinning.
“I’m ready to hear the next adventure or horror story from you.”
Too bad I can’t tell you about drowning Eva Newermann in the bathtub, but I do have a story involving liquid.
“This time I’m in California.” I lean back and continue my story.
“I had rented a car and was driving down the coast. I’m getting hungry and when I spot a place called By the Way (clever name), I stopped to get something to eat. The place must have been popular because it was packed. The only free seat was at the counter, so I jumped on a stool. An older man next to me is eating soup, so I order the same.
“I get the bowl of soup in front of me, pick up the spoon and I’m just about to open my mouth to taste it, when out of the corner of my eye I can see the old man’s head crash into his soup.
“I’m sitting there frozen with the spoon an inch away from my mouth. My nostrils are picking up the smell from the soup. The waitress comes running over, pulling his head out of the bowl. I can see he has white foam around his mouth and he falls off the chair and hits the floor.
“Someone hollered, ’Is there a doctor in the house?’
“I looked down at my soup and very slowly put the spoon back, into the bowl. I had lost my appetite.
“’He is dead, Jim.’ I heard a man say to another guy. I got down from my high stool and walked out the door. Outside, the sirens swelled louder and louder. End of story,” I tell Lovise.
Lovise is jumping up and down in her chair.
“Didn’t you stick around to find out if it was the soup that killed him?”
“No, I didn’t, but I tell you, it took me a long time before I could eat soup again!”
Now we have reached cruising altitude and we get on our feet to serve the sheiks.
“Let’s see what’s cooking,” I say. “Maybe we can serve them some soup!
We head off giggling to the galley.
For the following hours we are busy serving people drinks and food. The Blondies want champagne and a lot of it.
My sheik has been dangling a little red box in front of me every time I passed him.
Finally 20 minutes before landing in Cairo I have a break and the sheik pulls me down onto the empty seat next to him.
“Open it!” He thrusts the little red box into my hands. I pull the gold ribbon off and open it. It’s a music box, playing “Diamonds Are a Girl’s Best Friend.” Inside is another smaller box and when I open it, I gasp. It’s a huge diamond ring.
“Ewa,” my sheik is laughing, “I know how you adore Marilyn Monroe. Her movie ’Gentlemen Prefer Blondes’ is one of your favorites. Well, this is the ring she was wearing while singing ’Diamonds Are a Girl’s Best Friend.’ It’s a five-carat emerald-cut diamond ring.” He then takes my left hand and slips it on my finger. “It will go well with your Rolex.”
“I’m speechless,” I say, “and it takes a lot to make me speechless!”
The sheik puts his hand under my chin and looks into my eyes.
Funny what a five-carat diamond can do to a girl. His brown eyes seem nearly attractive, and 50, is it really that old?
Suddenly a strong electrical shock goes through my body. Similar to the feeling I get after a kill but much stronger. I feel like I’m burning up. The sheik puts his face close to mine.
“Now, can I have that date?” He is going to say something more but the plane starts to go into a steep nose dive. Suddenly all hell breaks loose. Glasses, champagne bottles, laptops, you name it; everything is flying, getting smashed to smithereens.
The people who weren’t strapped in, including me, are getting tossed around like rag dolls. I’m trying desperately to get up front, but I finally have to give up. I manage to get into a seat and put on the seatbelt. I can feel blood dripping from my forehead. The Blondies are screaming and some are crying.
The purser has made it to the intercom but nobody can hear what he is saying. I try to tell people around me to prepare for a crash landing.
I show them the vests and we all put them on. The pilot has managed to level the plane out a little and I make it to my jump seat. Next to the seat inside a small compartment I have my personal waterproof emergency pouch. It contains a small flashlight, matches, lighter, Swiss knife, fishing hook with a line and a birth control box containing Rohypnol.
You never know.
I put the pouch around my neck and tuck it inside my blouse. I can’t see Lovise anyplace.
Now the plane starts shaking and goes into another steep dive. I try to signal the passengers to take their shoes and glasses off, bend forward, lock hands behind their neck and get ready for a crash landing.
Oh crap! We are all going to die!
For a moment I look out at the sky.
If I really have some alien DNA in me, this would be a perfect time to put it to use. I need a miracle to happen!
The cockpit door slams open and I can hear the faint voice of the copilot.
“Mayday! Mayday! Mayday!”
Inside my head I see my brother James holding up his daughter Lilliana, who is trying to say my name –but it comes out “wawa.”
A whiff of cinnamon tickles my nostrils and I remember Adam Skai telling me Friday the 13th will be my lucky day. Oh, boy! Was he ever wrong!
I put my head between my knees and close my eyes. My head feels like it’s going to explode and in flashes I see:
Sunny, crushing my head with a stone.
Genie, throwing me into the fire.
Pharaoh, cutting me open with a razor-blade.
Erik, pushing me off a cliff.
Eva, drowning me.
Adam is swimming towards me. His white arms are trying to catch me. He is saying something I don’t understand. Could it be Friday the 13th?
The cinnamon smell gets stronger.
Then there is a terrible explosion and a bright white light.
In Hollywood, Florida, Irene is in the living room playing with Lilliana when James comes rushing in.
“I just heard on the radio, a Star Gaze Airliner has crashed into the ocean, close to Alexandria in Egypt!”
Irene picks up Lilliana and looks at James, worried.
“Ewa can’t have been on that flight. They would have contacted us if she was.”
Lilliana is frightened by her parents’ alarm and starts crying when the phone and the doorbell ring at the same time.
Irene and James look at each other in horror.!