What We Did to Survive

I spin in a circle, screaming to get their attention before I can even spot the damn thing. The sound of the blades slicing through the air gets louder by the second, but I don’t see it anywhere over the ocean or down either stretch of beach.

I run toward the water, trying to see over the trees and the helicopter parts the canopy and flies straight over me.

It continues out toward the sunset and I wave my hands over my head, trying to flag them down.

I scream for Jackson at the top of my lungs, and relief has me laughing between breaths.