Gail Dayton - Hide-And-Sheikh

“We will get caught in the edges of this storm,” he said. “The front is bigger and badder than it looked in the forecast, but we should miss the worst of it.”

“Can’t we fly above it, or something?” Her hands shook, and she locked them together in her lap. Ellen couldn’t believe her nerves were so shot. She’d never had a problem with flying in her life. But then, she’d never been in a plane this small in the middle of a storm that big with her safety in someone else’s hands. Her cousin the shrink said she had control issues.

“It is too high. A commercial jetliner would have trouble getting above this one.” Rudi shot her a quick smile. “Relax. I have never crashed one yet.”

“That’s the word that bothers me,” she muttered.

“What word?”

“Yet.”

Rudi laughed, a big, full-throated sound of pure enjoyment. Then the plane plunged, caught by a sudden downdraft.

Ellen yelped, and Rudi stopped laughing as he wrestled for altitude. The aircraft bucked and jolted like something alive trying to escape a predator’s jaws. Ellen squeezed her eyes shut and hung on to the chair’s armrests for dear life. She wasn’t afraid. But if the plane was going to crash, she didn’t want to see it.

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