Airplane on Sunday

The sky was a velvety blue with few clouds and perfect weather for their Sunday afternoon walk, a tradition Pricilla and her father had enjoyed since she could first remember. They would play games by naming tall trees, different species of birds, and wave at low-flying airplanes. She loved these walks with her father and looked forward to each Sunday with excitement for a four-year-old. But what horror could take place on this Sunday that could block the memory of every walk?

What unspeakab...