This week’s story by Avery is a two-part-er. You can enjoy the first half this week, and then stop by next week to read the conclusion. Hopefully you won’t end up shaking your fist at me for leaving you hanging for a week *grins*
The writing prompt I used for this story is having my character – David – fall. I hope you enjoy the read!
Angel of the Air
David spun the titanium band that now occupied his left ring finger. Even though they’d been engaged for two years prior to tying the knot, he still marveled that Gabriel would want to spend the rest of his life with him.
“What’s going through that head of yours, babe? You look way too serious, considering we’re on our way to Hawaii for our honeymoon.” Gabriel, his partner and former Army Ranger, could read him as though the words were engraved on his forehead.
A small smile graced David’s lips. It warmed his heart to see love broadcasting from Gabriel’s pale blue eyes. “I still can’t believe we’re married. As in officially husband and husband.”
Gabriel grabbed David’s hand and brought it to his lips for a kiss. “You’re stuck with me now. Hope you realize –”
“Oof,” David grunted as the plane lurched, causing his elbow to slam into the armrest. “What the hell? What’s happening?”
“Relax, babe. We’re crossing the Rockies. It’s going to be bumpy for a bit.” Gabriel glanced out the window. “Plus, I’d say we’re flying into a nasty thunderstorm, given the lightning flashing around us.”
“Stop it! I don’t want to know what’s going on outside!” David nearly wailed. He lowered his voice before continuing, “You know how much I hate flying. Now, bumps and drops and lightning strikes. No. Thank. You.” David pulled his hand from Gabriel’s so he could fidget with the seat belt. “Look, I’ve got to pee. Guess I better brave it and use the bathroom before it gets any worse.”
“Make it quick.” Gabriel looked out the window again. “Yeah, definitely appears that the storm’s getting worse.”
David stood and steadied himself before heading to the nearest bathroom at the front of the plane.
“Sir,” a flight attendant touched his arm, “you need to return to your seat.”
“I’ve got to –”
The plane rolled sharply to the right. David lost his footing, falling into the woman, and knocking them both to the floor.
“I’m so sorry. Really.” David apologized profusely while extricating himself from the tangle of limbs.
“It happens when you’re roaming the cabin instead of remaining in your seat.” She shot him a glare while straightening her uniform.
Just then the cockpit door opened, and an official-looking man – had to be the pilot or copilot – poked his head out. David expected to get yelled at again, but thankfully the man didn’t notice him. He was just about to open the bathroom door when he overhead the man inform the flight attendant that one of the plane’s starboard engines had to be shut down to prevent a fire.
At that moment, David forgot all about his filled-past-capacity bladder and strained to hear the rest of the conversation. The flight attendant, however, noticed he was eavesdropping. She pointed and commanded, “Back to your seat. Now.”
Oh my God! I know I heard him right. Holy shit! Are we going to die? David’s breaths came too quickly. All of a sudden he felt dizzy and lightheaded. Need to get back to my seat. Need to tell Gabriel. He stumbled unsteadily back to their row. Before he could sit down, the plane jerked and caused him to land partially on the seat, but mostly on Gabriel. Even the feel of plopping onto his hunky, muscular husband couldn’t quell the panic attack taking hold.
With his face as white as freshly fallen snow and his hands cold and clammy, David struggled to breathe. Anxiety had tightened his throat and prevented him from speaking. He was overwhelmed with the fear that he would die before enjoying time with his husband and before touring the Hawaiian islands – the one place he’d always wanted to visit.
Gabriel easily situated David on his lap, tucking David’s head under his chin. “I’ve got you. David, sweetie, calm down and tell me what’s wrong. You’re safe in my arms.”
Several moments later after focusing on Gabriel’s words, David was able to pull himself from the attack and speak. “The plane’s lost an engine. What does that mean? Is the storm going to make us to crash?”
Stroking his hand through David’s hair, Gabriel reassured his husband. “No, we’ll be fine. The plane can fly on the remaining engines. We may just have to land sooner than L.A.”
The plane rapidly descended, sending David’s heart into his throat. He grabbed Gabriel’s polo shirt and held on. “I-I thought you said we weren’t going to crash. It feels like we’re falling out of the sky.” Once more anxiety attempted to take over his body.
Gabriel’s reply was interrupted when the plane’s intercom came to life. “This is your pilot speaking. We’ve had a malfunction as a result of the thunderstorm. I apologize for the bumpy ride, but we’re going to descend and reroute. Please remain in your seats with your safety belts fastened.”
To be continued . . . .
Oh, I want to give a special shout-out to Tali and Jim for their help with keeping my story realistic. Thank you!!
In the meantime, be sure to check out stories from the other Wednesday Briefers!