My friend, and fellow Nebraska Writers Guild author, Brian Crouse, invited me to post an few paragraphs of what I’m working on. The rules of this game say the word “look” has to be in the sample.
I've been working on the novel adaptation of my script, "Modified Flight Plan," co-authored with my good friend and writing partner, triple-amputee pilot, Brian Thomas. I typed "look" into my search box, and the first section that came up is one of my favorite passages, a pivotal moment from early in the story, before Brian became an amputee. Without further ado, here is an excerpt from "Modified Flight Plan," due out in 2013.
I've been working on the novel adaptation of my script, "Modified Flight Plan," co-authored with my good friend and writing partner, triple-amputee pilot, Brian Thomas. I typed "look" into my search box, and the first section that came up is one of my favorite passages, a pivotal moment from early in the story, before Brian became an amputee. Without further ado, here is an excerpt from "Modified Flight Plan," due out in 2013.
Brian threw his book bag, keys, and motorcycle helmet,
on the kitchen counter. Mom turned from the sink. Soapy water dripped from her
hands as she reached for a towel. He knew the look on her face. Distant and
sad. She knew something--and whatever it was, he most likely wouldn't like it.
She picked up an envelope from the counter and handed it to him. Her voice caught.
"I'm so sorry, honey."
His hands shook as he pulled the sheet of paper from
the envelope. His ears rang and heat flushed into his face. "We regret to
inform you that due to uncontrolled platelet counts related to your Idiopathic
Thrombocytopenia Purpura, your medical certificate has been revoked. Please
return any certificates to Federal Aviation Administration, Aerospace
Medical Certification Division, AAM-300 , CAMI Building , 6500 S. MacArthur
Blvd, Oklahoma City, Oklahoma 73169 "
He threw the paper on the counter, grabbed his helmet
and keys, and stormed out the door. Somewhere his mind registered Mom's voice
calling after him, but all he could think was he had to get out of there.
At first he just rode, not even mindful of where he
was. Nothing but the growl of the engine, the vibration of the pavement beneath
him, and the rhythmic swirl of wind as it whipped past him. Eventually, Brian
found himself at the marina overlooking the wide sprawl of the upper Missouri
river before it reached Gavin's Point Dam. He parked the bike and wandered out
to sit. The cool breeze off the water brushed against his hair as he stared out
over the water and surveyed the Nebraska bluffs on the other side.
The thought flashed across his mind that it wouldn't
take much to let the rushing water pull him under and drown what remained of
his soul. They can't take flying away from me. It was all that kept him
going through the bleeding, the chemo, with all the horrible side effects.
Knowing that for those precious few hours, he'd soar with the eagles. His dad
was a pilot. So was his mom. His oldest brother, Dana, had left home for the
Air Force when he was in second grade. It wasn't fair.
He absent-mindedly picked up a rock and tossed it a
few times in his hands, then threw it as hard as he could into the river. His
eyes stung with tears, but even alone, he refused to let them fall. Brian took
in a deep breath. He knew where to go. The only place in the world he could go.
By the time he reached the Springfield Airport, darkness
had already fallen. His headlight cut a deep cone into the moonless night. He
slid the corrugated steel hangar door open and caressed the side of the plane
as he approached the cockpit door. He reached inside, turned the master switch
on and flipped a couple of switches on the dashboard. Behind him, the runway
lights turned on, two long rows of white cutting the surrounding corn field in
a swath. He walked out to the airstrip and sat in the center of the asphalt
runway.
He had no idea
how long he'd been there, nothing but the gentle breeze rustling the cornstalks
when something disturbed the air beside him. Dad patted his shoulder as he sat
down beside him. His deep voice softened. "You can't keep a good pilot
down."
Brian scoffed. "Tell that to the FAA."
Dad shook his head and laughed. "Not like I've
ever known you to follow the rules."
"This time, I might have to."
Dad's big palm clapped his shoulder again.
"You'll beat it. If anyone can find a way, it will be you."
"I’m cursed. We hoped one day I'd outgrow it, and
I'd be normal. Now I’m older and things keep getting worse."
I hope you enjoyed this excerpt from our upcoming book! Now, head over to check out another friend, author Ron Heacock, who will share some of his upcoming book as well! Ron is a man of many talents and artistic endeavors, and I can't wait to get a "look" at what he's working on! If you'd like to share a "look" at your work in progress, join in, and post a link to your blog post in your comments below! I'm "look"ing forward to seeing what you're working on, too.
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