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Sara Whitloc

lee geiser

Posted on February 20, 2019 16:35

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An excerpt from my novel "Sara Whitloc".

It was a hot Saturday in July when I heard this terrific noise and both dogs began barking. Even Billy the goat began to bark, in the way goats do when excited. There, on the west side of the house, in the clearing of unplowed land, was an airplane, the first any of us had seen for real. We all had seen them at the movies, and in pictures, never for real.

Billy the goat and Daisy were barking and running around the craft. Dragon, who was not aptly named since he was a cowardly, gentle creature afraid of his own shadow, stood off at a distance. Both boys were running towards the plane and I could see Davis, standing on the top of the tractor trying to see what had happened. Rupert, the pilot, as he introduced himself climbing off the plane, had engine trouble, an oil leak he thought, and needed to make an emergency landing, asking if we had a telephone he could use.

I was enthralled with this thing, this flying contraption which had so abruptly come into our farmyard. I felt the cloth skin which seemed so tightly stretched over the skeleton, the gadgets which the pilot used to control the aircraft, the engine, that extraordinary mechanism which drove this vehicle in the sky. What was it that caused this man-made bird to lift off the ground? What was it that caused it to fly above the trees, the houses, soar up and glide like a bird? I wanted to fly. I was going to ask if, before he left, the pilot could give me a ride in the sky.

I swear if I didn't know better, Davis must have stopped and had a drink or two, as he was acting like a little boy, bubbling with excitement and repeating the war stories Rupert had told him. “Nothing would suit us better than to have a famous guest.” He told the man, “Sir you are welcome to stay as long as necessary to repair that magnificent flying craft”. And as he said it, he must have been thinking that he would love to fly with the pilot for just a bit. Who wouldn’t. He was handsome and daring.

I loved Davis with all my heart, but what normal girl wouldn’t enjoy, ever so briefly and seemingly a bit naughty, flying with this gorgeous man?

So off we went, me flying with that handsome pilot up in the air, just as I had hoped. It was dreamlike, astounding.

Oh, sweet Jesus, what a feeling. I was a bird, a feather in the wind, a breeze blowing over the land. I was flying! There was my home, my beloveds waving; even Billy the goat looked up, and I swear that his tail was wagging, as were both of our dogs’.

There was Davis -- always above me in height, now below me -- smiling, good Lord smiling and waving, and the boys waving too.

lee geiser

Posted on February 20, 2019 16:35

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