A few samples of what you will read.
The Englishman approached the airline counter with some apprehension. Not that he was at all worried about making it safely across the Atlantic. Rather, if certain people in the UK had crossed him up, he could well be met in London by bobbies with clamps, politely placing him under arrest. His stomach tightened. But it’s worth it, he thought. For once in his life, he was doing an unselfish thing. Yes, even a noble thing. With that his face hardened and he walked a bit taller.
Jennie Li hugged her friends and murmured final goodbye’s, and turned with her boarding pass and carry-on luggage toward the airline counter. There were tears in her eyes. Oh Mark, I wish you had come to tell me goodbye. Oh I wish you had come. It would have been hard to tell him goodbye again, of course. But at this moment there was no one in the world she wished to see more than her tall, fair-haired Mark. To hug him and kiss him one more time. But it was not to be.
He could not believe his eyes as he watched, as in dream motion, Cosmo’s hand tighten on the trigger, and the cylinder revolve as the hammer rose. From the corner of his eye he saw the blur of Sally’s blue dress as she threw herself across the room in front of the pistol. Her scream of “Father!” echoed with Thomas’ scream of “Sally!”
The afternoon sun shown in misty shafts through breaks in the clouds. Their sails lofted skyward and appeared from the distant shore to be the spires of a lone cathedral on a misty, golden plain. The only sound in their universe was the gurgling wake behind the boat; and the only words were silent as two people said with their eyes “I love you.”
“Eighty knots,” called Brad.
“Check,” said Boone, confirming his airspeed indicator was in agreement with the copilot’s. Vibration from the speeding wheels rumbled softly through the plane as the runway flowed beneath at an increasingly frenzied speed.
“One hundred thirty knots,” said Brad. “V-1. Rotate.”
Boone eased back on the wheel; the roaring plane pointed her nose skyward and broke away from the earth. No one knew she would never return.
A few samples of what you will read.
The Englishman approached the airline counter with some apprehension. Not that he was at all worried about making it safely across the Atlantic. Rather, if certain people in the UK had crossed him up, he could well be met in London by bobbies with clamps, politely placing him under arrest. His stomach tightened. But it’s worth it, he thought. For once in his life, he was doing an unselfish thing. Yes, even a noble thing. With that his face hardened and he walked a bit taller.
Jennie Li hugged her friends and murmured final goodbye’s, and turned with her boarding pass and carry-on luggage toward the airline counter. There were tears in her eyes. Oh Mark, I wish you had come to tell me goodbye. Oh I wish you had come. It would have been hard to tell him goodbye again, of course. But at this moment there was no one in the world she wished to see more than her tall, fair-haired Mark. To hug him and kiss him one more time. But it was not to be.
He could not believe his eyes as he watched, as in dream motion, Cosmo’s hand tighten on the trigger, and the cylinder revolve as the hammer rose. From the corner of his eye he saw the blur of Sally’s blue dress as she threw herself across the room in front of the pistol. Her scream of “Father!” echoed with Thomas’ scream of “Sally!”
The afternoon sun shown in misty shafts through breaks in the clouds. Their sails lofted skyward and appeared from the distant shore to be the spires of a lone cathedral on a misty, golden plain. The only sound in their universe was the gurgling wake behind the boat; and the only words were silent as two people said with their eyes “I love you.”
“Eighty knots,” called Brad.
“Check,” said Boone, confirming his airspeed indicator was in agreement with the copilot’s. Vibration from the speeding wheels rumbled softly through the plane as the runway flowed beneath at an increasingly frenzied speed.
“One hundred thirty knots,” said Brad. “V-1. Rotate.”
Boone eased back on the wheel; the roaring plane pointed her nose skyward and broke away from the earth. No one knew she would never return.