Heaven's Missing Person by Nell Weaver Lyford

Author:Nell Weaver Lyford
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: BookBaby
Published: 2017-10-11T17:39:24+00:00

The first hour went by fairly fast. Then, the sleet started.

“What’s this?” Tiffany stopped to hover beside me. We all stopped and formed a tight circle in front of a series of small, dark clouds.

“It’s sleet, frozen rain.” Laurence said. “Get out your goggles, girls.” He pointed to their goggles’ pockets as he pulled out his own protective glasses. We stayed in this formation for a few minutes, helping each other adjust the straps on the back of each pair so as to prevent sleet from getting in.

Hannah was having a particularly tough time getting hers fixed. After each cinching by Joe, her lenses were fogging up. Finally, she was okay and we turned back to the west.

We flew for about thirty minutes, in a line this time. Joe was first, then me, Hannah, Tiffany, and Laurence in the rear.

“Think it’s time for the girls to hitch a ride,” I called out to Joe. The sleet was coming down in sheets now and I couldn’t imagine the cupids being able to cut through it.

Laurence and Joe nodded and turned their backs to the girls. “That’s it.”said Laurence as Hannah climbed up. “Remember not to pull on my neck, or we’ll both take a tumble.”

“Yeah, Tif, keep your grip on the top of my shoulders.” Joe said.

The cupids smiled as they settled onto the guys’ backs. I was wishing I had my own ride. And then, it happened—a gigantic lightning bolt struck one of the clouds at our backs, causing a brief flash of fire. The girls grabbed their riders’ necks.

Laurence jerked headfirst and down to the right. Hannah screamed.

“No, stop!” Laurence said, shook his head and stretched out his right arm to correct them. Joe stayed steady, but reached back and pushed Tiffany’s hands off.

“We’ve got to go.” I turned once more to the west. We flew on for about an hour. Our wings were getting slightly soggy, but the wax treatment was definitely helping. My flying felt lighter than it had a year before on this trek. The sleet stopped and I sensed we were nearing our destination.

“How far?” I said.

“Let me check.” Joe took out his compass. “We need the map, too.”

I pulled it out of my parka’s front pocket. Laurence and Joe consulted the map and the compass reading.

“We’ve still got a ways.” Joe said. The cupids had been straining over their riders’ shoulders to see the map and navigation calculations.

“At least it’s stopped sleeting.” Hannah said.

“Yeah, bet we’re almost there.” Tiffany said.

“Hey, what’s that under that low hanging cloud in the distance?” Joe said. “Can you see it? Let’s go for it.”

Encouraged, we flew steadily for about 45 minutes. We were close enough now to make out the image. And I began to feel drawn to it, eager to fly over and in. It was a strangely familiar feeling, but I couldn’t quite place it.

Suddenly, Laurence stopped flying and hovered for a few seconds, staring forward intently. “Turn around!” he said. “Fast!”

I studied the spot and how I felt.

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