romances I write. Crashing Through Time
is no different, except this time the story happened to me and was a little bit
more than terrifying.
flew to Memphis so she could audition for the University of Memphis. The flight out was pretty routine; the flight
home was a nightmare.
delayed for a couple of hours due to snow. When we finally got on the plane,
everything went fine, except our connecting flight was also delayed. At last,
we boarded, pulled away from the gate, and stopped. The captain came over the
loud speaker saying that there was a problem with one of the engines, but they
were getting maintenance out to look at it and they should know something in
about ten minutes.
just gotten there and it should be about ten minutes to determine if it could
be fixed quickly. Maybe forty minutes later he came on and said “Ladies and
gentlemen, we’re pulling back into the jetway. We’re going to have to change
seats, and watched as the sun sank into the Minneapolis horizon. We pulled away from the gate, and
stopped. The captain came on the
intercom, a touch of “I don’t believe this,’ in his voice, saying “Folks, we’re
stopping because there is a problem with the left engine. We’ve called the
maintenance people and they’re going to run some tests and see if it’s just a computer
component or if it’s something else.”
said to myself, “We need a new plane.”
went back to reading.
changed the component and we are good for take-off.” I really would have
preferred a new plane, but I tried to relax and held my daughter’s hand as we
taxied down the runway. The airplane
lifted up, began to bank and immediately the cabin was filled with the smell of
having drained from her face, and said, “Do you smell that?” She nodded and I
started looking around for a flight attendant, trying not to panic.
to me that she thought they had all parachuted out of the plane to save
engine and the one thought I had as I started saying a Hail Mary was at least
it would be a quick death.
there is nothing to be alarmed about. None of the instruments indicate any kind
of a fire. This plane came out of a hangar and had not been in use for a while,
so the odor you’re smelling is the dust and de-icer fluid burning off the
engine. That’s all.”
daughter later told me she had begun to hyper-ventilate, but didn’t tell me
because she didn’t want to upset me. The rest of the flight was uneventful,
thank God, and we arrived back safely if four hours late.
of the book are based on and inspired by the very scary events my daughter and
I went through. In fact, the book is dedicated to my daughter: To Ellie:
Because we survived Memphis.
than hearts can be broken when you crash through time.
a hole in time. In 1868 Cornwall she faces the ultimate decision: Let the man
she loves die, or save him and change history forever.
gone seriously wrong was the blue exhaust trailing from the small airplane
engine directly to her left. Through the large windows of the sightseeing
plane, she’d been avidly scanning the beautiful green fields of Cornwall some
fifteen hundred feet below her when, out the corner of her eye, she caught
sight of the dark puffs that rapidly became an ominous black stream.
God! Adrenaline shot through her, and she wrenched her gaze from the billowing
smoke, scanning the cramped cabin to see if any of the other five passengers
had seen it. Shit. No one else had noticed a damn thing.
beep of the alarm sounded throughout
the tiny cabin.
failure. Forced landing imminent. Currently two miles east of St. Agnes.
Repeat. Blue Skies…”
into hysterical screams, curses, and weeping.
window. The beautiful green fields were now rushing toward her with a sickening
of her, and clutched her ankles. God, this couldn’t be happening.
grace, the Lord is with thee…
through her head, and she held her breath and waited for impact.
time her teeth clicked despite her tightly clenched jaw. The plane bounced,
fishtailed…and began to slow.
through her, so acute she went limp in her seat, simultaneously discovering an
urgent need to pee. Cautiously, she raised her head, the chattering and crying
all around her making it spin, although that could’ve been the result of that
last bang into the seatback. The plane continued to slow, and the black smoke
was now pouring out of the engine. Its propeller had stopped turning. Shit, it
could still blow up at any minute.
directly behind her. One man was there before her, grasping the handle and
twisting it viciously back and forth. The rest of the passengers crowded her,
pushing her into the man, who still couldn’t get the damned door open.
shouted over his shoulder, still wrestling with the controls. “Let the airplane
come to a complete stop!”
smoke. Fuck that. She shoved past the man in front of her and wrenched his hand
away from the handle. She grasped it, twisted it all the way up until she felt
a click then pushed.
go. It swung away, pulling her out of the plane onto the wing over the failing
engine. Acrid smoke wafted around her, stinging her eyes and nose. She took a
breath and coughed, eyes streaming.
rough tufts of grass fast enough to shake Corrine until her teeth rattled.
Adrenaline surged as she held her breath and jumped.
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