Bryce: We Meet Again
The arching gate opened as I maneuvered the plane in its direction.
The engine roared to life as I increased the speed.
It was a beautiful machine and I’d spent years working on its design. Flying was a passion of mine from an early age, and it was something I’d always appreciated from afar.
Once, I got older, I knew I had to get a private plane to fly around, and that’s what I did.
The men in blue jumper suits motioned the plane onto the runway.
I turned my head to Rose who sat clutching her seatbelt watching with a pensive gaze.
“Don’t worry,” I said putting my hand on top of her thigh.
“My date was a lot safer,” she said still keeping her eyes forward as I continued to race ahead.
“Sure it was. Ed’s burgers are bad for your heart.”
She grinned.
In a mome
