The Irish Experiment (2017) realistic fiction
As we taxied away from the gate, the pilots came on the intercom to talk about the flight, it’s only 28 minutes in the air. The flight attendants got up to give their safety briefing: here are the exits, this is how you use a seat belt, oxygen mask info, water landing and seat floatation devices, no smoking, tray tables and seat backs in their up-right positions, and all baggage stowed away. I wonder if this speech ever gets old to them. Do they practice it in front of a mirror using different voices, like the Terminator, or Donald Duck? I would if it was my job, just to keep it interesting.
The takeoff is smooth. I like that feeling of being forced back in my seat as the plane leaps into the air. The buildings look so small as we get higher into the sky. There’s not a cloud around us.
“Look,” Grandma Jane points out the window. “Someone has written ‘God Bless USA’ on the top of a building.
I see the building she is talking about. That is cool. After a few minutes the buildings fall behind us and we’ve reached Lake Michigan. It looks smooth today with patches of dark and light blue. It really is strange to see everything from this perspective.
I notice Mom and Grandma Jane writing in there journals and figure I better write in mine too, don’t want to be a slacker on this trip.
Boarding the plane was easy enough, so was getting seated. Grandma Jane asked me to hold her banana when she sat down…it was warm and felt weird. I guess I’m not much of a banana person. There’s a strange netting separating the first two rows of the plane with the rest of the plane. It smells like a ham sandwich in here but that’s probably just because the black man a row ahead of us is enjoying himself on a…well a ham sandwich. I’ll write more once we get into the Chicago Airport. We’ve officially started our journey. As we land looking out the window always reminds me of Legos and Mega blocks. The variety of buildings from this high is nearly overwhelming yet when your actually on the ground it doesn’t feel that way.
A Girl Apart (2018) mystery
Doyle stroked her hair. “I love you.” He said it to her over and over again. He needed her to know it, to feel it. He pulled her onto his lap facing her away from Bridget. She seemed so lifeless in his lap, quietly staring out across the emerald hills.
Her back stiffened. “Bridget…Bridget!” She screamed, struggling against him, pushing herself up and into a run. She ran up the side of the hill, slipping in her haste to reach the red haired child at the top.
Abigail dropped down to her knees, grabbing the little girl by her shoulders. “I knew you would be okay, mommies here now. I will never let anything hurt you,” she cried, hugging the girl so tight a whimper escaped her lips.
Doyle chased after Abigail, intent on stopping her, until he heard the relief and love in her voice as she hugged this strange child. He sat back on his heels and watched his wife cuddle and croon to the little girl she thought was Bridget.
It was true, there was a resemblance. Her red hair a shade deeper, her green eyes more like emeralds than the sea, and her skin clear and iridescent, no little freckles like Bridget, but from a distance and to those who didn’t really know her, she could pass as Bridget.
He scanned the countryside for the girls’ family, half hoping and half afraid to find them. There was no one in sight. She seemed to be alone, strange for a child so young. She couldn’t be more than four herself.
Doyle knew he shouldn’t be thinking what he was thinking. He knew it was wrong, but what if he could save his wife. He loved her more than he loved his own life, without her life wouldn’t be worth living. If he saved her, he could save himself too. Would it make it okay? Would people at least understand what he was about to do? He hoped that they would because he couldn’t lose Abigail too.
He crawled over to Abigail, putting his arm around her. “You’ve saved Bridget, Love.”