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Authors: Amanda Mackey
Finding You (Finding You Series Book 1) (22 page)
The body and nose of the plane had disappeared, leaving a burning oil slick on top of the water. Chunks of the metal fuselage that had broken up on impact, floated nearby. Luggage intermingled with bloated carcasses, paper and other items that hadn’t succumbed to the depths. An object nudged my arm causing me to voice a husky scream, spinning around to see what it was. There, in all his ravaged glory still strapped to his chair as many still were, sat Jeremiah, in his final resting place. His waxen skin, open mouth and protruding eyes pronounced him dead. His flaccid, unresponsive hand touched my arm and stayed there for a brief moment before it registered that a dead man’s hand was touching me. I screamed, then pulled away, eyes like saucers, mouth quivering. A shiver crawled over me. Empathy went out to all the souls lost to the ocean. It hadn’t meant to end this way.
Not too far away floated a piece of wing that looked solid enough to lie on. It might just do as my life raft. I was desperate to get out of the water.
It was easier to kick with my good leg, lying on my side, so inch by inch I drifted out of the fuel infested water surrounding the immediate crash zone, towards my only chance at surviving. With each kick, I cried out, a mix of determination, frustration and pain.
Hauling my agonized, weary body up and onto the floating mass I collapsed onto my stomach drawing my knees up and into the recovery position. For now, being out of the water would keep me safe.
The soggy flesh surrounding my fibula bone had stopped bleeding but my leg was numb. Nerves had probably been severed, which was a blessing in disguise. It was better to not feel anything.
My now shriveled fingers shook as they squeezed the plastic clasps on the life jacket to gain access to the tee underneath that would act as a bandage for my leg.
Wringing out the sodden fabric, I wrapped the blouse around my lower leg twice and used the sleeves to secure it. Infection in a wound of that caliber would finish me off. Hopefully the salt water would help keep it sterile.
The dizziness now broadened as I sprawled over my new home completely exhausted. I closed my eyes and fell into nothingness.
About the Author
I am married and a mother of two beautiful children, living in sunny Queensland, Australia. I’ve been reading books ever since I can remember and love all things related to books. Writing has become an extension of that and I hope to pursue a full time writing career. I currently write part-time and work as a remedial massage therapist. I love spending time with family and hope to one day travel to Italy and England.