TITLE: Light Visions
GENRE: Women's Lit
This is the first page of a novel about a psychic psychologist flying into NY to attend a conference. A chance meeting with a crone and romantic turns lead Laura on an adventure of mystery and love.
Please God; get me down safely! I apologize for everything I’ve ever done or even thought of doing that wasn’t cool with you! Laura pleaded silently as she peered out the window of the 747 she was flying into JFK International Airport. The rainstorm thrashed outside making it difficult to imagine arriving in one piece. The murky atmosphere outside the plane seemed im-penetrable; the flashes of lightning intensifying her fear. The inside of the airplane seemed dark, despite the overhead lighting. She pressed her hands to her eyebrows, shutting her eyes, hoping to blot out the first stabs of a headache and the beginnings of memories of other times, other storms.
Laura remembered being five and her first thunder storm. She moaned inwardly. Even though the plane body blocked out the sound of thunder, she knew it was there, right after the flashes of bluish lightening. She could feel the tension in her neck and shoulders. A muffin and coffee she’d eaten earlier reappeared as she felt stomach acid rise up. She swallowed hard, hoping not to have to throw up.
She curled in the seat, huddling toward the aisle; her eyes still closed against the flashes of light she knew surrounded the plane. Please don’t hit us. I have so many things I still want to do. Don’t take me out now, she pleaded silently.