This is an excerpt from a larger work in progress titled “Home by the Sea”
To give a little context: the main character is on the way to his Uncle’s funeral. During a plane flight dominated by turbulence, he tries to find peace in remembering a story his Uncle once told him about flying…
Once upon a time,
as these things generally begin,
there was a happy family of Fletchers, who lived in a cottage on the coast of the Aegean Sea. Mother and Father made and mended fishing nets, and were teaching their young son Philip the trade as well. It was a fine, pleasant life for everyone. The family was renowned for making the strongest and lightest nets in the region. Trade was brisk, the work steady, but not overwhelming.
On the weekends when the sun was out and the water was calm, which was often, Philip and his father would go on fishing trips, taking a row boat out onto the sea to fish for sea bass, bream, and yellowtail.
One day in early spring, on one such fishing trip, the perfect weather turned quickly dire. A storm came on with a sudden ferocity, knocking Philip from the boat. Swift currents carried him away from his father.
Do not worry. That is not the end of Philip’s story.
It is only the beginning.
Philip and Short Wing
Philip woke up with the sun shining down on his face and the cries of a great many birds piercing the air.
The cool surf was brushing against his feet and lower legs. Sand beneath his head. His body was a wreck of soreness, and his eyes felt all gummy. He gradually sat up to find himself on an unfamiliar beach. Continue reading Fiction: Philip and Short Wing