"Did you see that?" I said into the mic.
"Yeah, what the hell...", and then the engine throttled back. "Can you see anything?"
I pulled back the sliding plexiglass housing and stuck my head out into the slipstream. There was a square of black where there should have been smooth yellow metal.
"We've lost a chunk of the engine cowling." My stomach was already knotting.
I heard my husband's voice over the radio. "Reading tower, Mayday, niner-three-tango requesting immediate clearance for landing." Perfectly calm, despite the fact that the engine temperature reading was climbing rapidly toward the red.
Back came the disembodied voice of the controller. "Niner-three-tango, cleared for landing. Active runway is 27. Alternate runway 36 is also cleared. State your emergency."
"We've lost a section of engine cowling along with the air intake. Possibility of catastrophic engine failure. Stand by for emergency landing."
"Roger, emergency equipment is on the field. Maintain current heading if possible. Godspeed, Bill."
I tightened my parachute straps and ran through the drill. Open the canopy. Elevate and lock the seat. Stand up; dive over the side and as far forward, toward the wing, as you can. If you jump straight out, you run the risk of the rudder clobbering you. Count. Pull the cord.
The airport had steep ridges to one side, and a town lay directly under the approach to the runway. We'd discussed it a dozen times; if there was danger of crashing into an inhabited area, he would guide the plane into the ridge and stay with it. No collateral damage. I was to jump for my life.
All very clinical, but how do you face that sort of decision? How do you save your own life, knowing that someone you love is going to certain death? I never wanted to make that choice, yet the possibility was now pouring its poisoned breath down my neck.
I didn't tell him that I loved him. I didn't see my life flashing before my eyes. I didn't make any vows of undying love and devotion that would last through all of eternity.
"Can you set this crate down?" I asked, watching the duplicate controls moving in my backseat cockpit. Stick, rudder pedals, trim wheels, all seeming to move of their own accord.
A moment of silence. "Of course. It's your turn to pay for lunch. And it better not be McDonald's, you cheap wench."
His confidence. My trust. An equal,and silent, exchange of I love you.
We stuck together.
Later, I opened my moth-filled wallet and bought him a steak dinner.
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Wonderful to read and excellently written.
ReplyDeleteYvonne.
I loved the line: 'pouring its poisoned breath down my neck'. Glad they landed safely together :O)
ReplyDeleteooooh. the ending gave me chills. Well done!
ReplyDelete@Yvonne, Madeleine, Corinne - thank you. Glad you enjoyed it! I'll be away for the holiday weekend but hope to be around to visit at some point :-)
ReplyDeleteHi,
ReplyDeleteNice one, Lisa. It felt like a real-life heart-stopper moment! Fantastic read... ;)
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That came close to heart stopping for these too all right. Cool that you didn't need words between the two.
ReplyDeleteThis made me smile. Very well written.
ReplyDeleteOh that was great... I got to the end and realised I'd been holding my breath!
ReplyDeleteWould love to read the longer version too!
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Hi Li. My heart was definitely stopping! The longer version would be good to read! D
ReplyDeletenice read Li - brings back memories of all those old Biggles books I read back in the day...
ReplyDeleteOoh! This has me wanting to confess my love over and over again to my partner before it's too late. =) I think we need moments like this sometimes, as drastic as this or not. It helps us realize how much we have to be thankful for! =) Thanks, Li!
ReplyDeleteThank you for not leaving us hanging! So glad that Bill made it after all, but what an exciting story. You demonstrate very well that much love can be expressed without hearts-and-flowers language.
ReplyDeleteThanks for all of your great comments!! I try to answer individually, but I'm behind this week - still a book to read and review, short story to wrap up and submit, family obligations...
ReplyDeleteDear Li,
ReplyDeleteWhat a heart-stopper! (I was holding my breath.) Excellent use of the theme! I agree with Beverly, that love can be expressed without the usual flowery language. This text really makes you think about what is important!
Sorry that I am so late with my comments.
Best wishes,
Anna
Anna's RFW No. 17 'Heart-Stoppers'
Perfect, Li, just prfect - and love the way I believe it should be, period.
ReplyDeleteI felt a little lacking when faced with the plane-lingo of the general situation but I felt much better at the end when I realized I understood it all. A humorous and loving ending after the heart-stopper.
ReplyDeleteHi Anna! I am perpetually late with comments/responses myself, as you know, but as I've stated before I don't worry about such things.What matters is that people do what they enjoy, whether it's reading, writing, or both, and I never want to think that a follower is stressing out because they didn't read or comment on a post of mine!Thanks for stopping by :-)
ReplyDeleteHi Kwee _ I'm glad you agree. For some people, verbal communication is a wonderful and necessary thing; for others, not so much. but the feeling is there just the same.
Hello Ms Queenly - I wondered about the use of "the lingo", but sometimes I try to immerse the reader in the situation as fully as possible. I'm glad that you were able to keep with the story and get the message from the context; it shows that I pulled it off. So, thank you!!