This is an intense story-in-verse fable about falling from a plane without a parachute. From the first word to the last, you will be captured by the story's gripping suspense. Will the storyteller live or die?
Excerpt:
I wanted to fly.
But the airplane exploded. The flames rapidly eroded the shell. And into the cold arctic air, I fell. Aw hell! I didn't have a parachute. And at twenty thousand feet? My death was now absolute.
I wanted to fly.
But the wind was everywhere. Bringing nothing but despair. Blowing like an evil friend. Blowing against the gray chair, I was still strapped in. Blowing a chilly wail around my space. Blowing a frigid scream deep into my face. Blowing an icy howl into my ear. "Whoo-you're-gonna-die-whoo," was all I could hear.