flying

Feelings came alive in Vicki for which the earth and sea had never taught her names.

Flights are expansive moments when the phone doesn't ring and the Internet doesn't work. The maxim that flying time is wasted time liberates me from my anxieties and guilt feelings, and it strips me of all ambitions, leaving room for a different sort of existence. A happy, idiotic existence, the kind that doesn't try to make the most of time but is satisfied with merely finding the most enjoyable way to spend it.

He felt like a baked bean in a can, soaring through the air on a downward turn of a parabolic arc...

Fang swerved closer to me, big and supremely graceful, like a black panther with wings. Oh, God. I'm so stupid. Forget I just said that. "He needs a Band-Aid," I said. A look passed between me and Fang, full of suppressed humor, relief, understanding,love _ Forget I said that too. I don't know what's wrong with me.

He screamed in agony as large black wings erupted from his back - each had four large talons on it.