I was already in bed when I suddenly remembered that I had meant to post the first excerpt from Going Home today. That’ll teach me to schedule important things the day after I’m back from a vacation! Well, I’m back out of bed now so without further ado, here is a little snippet from the very beginning of the novella:
A wooden door creaked as it opened and then closed with a bang, waking Orryn. She glanced around the airplane cabin, wondering if anyone had seen her start. No one seemed to have noticed. She shifted in her seat and sighed. There were no wooden doors on the plane, but the one in her mind had just ended what she had hoped would be a transatlantic flight mostly spent sleeping. It took almost 9 hours to get from the New York Governate International Airport to it’s London equivalent and they were only two hours into the flight. She doubted she’d get any more sleep. She rarely did after that dream, so instead of trying she pressed the call button on the panel above her head. A moment later a stewardess with light brown hair and a pretty face appeared.
“What can I do for you, ma’am?” The stewardess asked.
“Bourbon. No ice.” She replied.
“Yes, ma’am. One moment.” She turned and as she walked away Orryn noted that a pair of fantastic calves went along with the pretty face. It had been a while since she’d spent any intimate time with a pair of fantastic calves, or even a pair of mediocre calves. For a moment she considered testing the waters with the stewardess, but she quickly dismissed the idea. Airplanes were too public. You never knew what someone might see or hear, or what that person might do. Would they keep quiet, thinking it was none of their business? Would they shoot her a silent, sympathetic look? Or would the first thing they did once they got off of the plane be to report her. The posters from the Decency Office were everywhere, in the streets and the malls, in the schools and any other publics space, even in the airport. The slogan rang out during the commercial breaks on every radio station and TV channel all across the world: ”react and report”. And who knew what might make the other passengers react? It wasn’t worth the risk, regardless of the calves. When the stewardess returned Orryn reached into the breast pocket of her denim vest and fished out a wrinkled bill.
“Thanks.” She said when the glass was placed on the tray in front of her. “Keep the change.”
Well, what do you say? Is your curiosity piqued? I hope so! Let me know what you think in the comment section below.