Using the WayBack Machine, let’s revisit one of my previously released books. Here’s a short excerpt from Book 3 of the MacNicol Clan Through Time series – A Time To Belong.
Enjoy . . . alway
Daniel found himself on a plane sitting next to his sister and brother-in-law, questioning his choices as they headed toward the Atlantic coast on their way to Glasgow. It wasn’t as though he didn’t like to see new places. He had traveled up and down the West Coast with his dad visiting horse shows, and had been to Canada and Mexico, but this was the first time he’d be leaving the North American continent. Honestly, he found the prospect of a long transatlantic flight to be a bit unnerving. Knowing they would be spending the next few hours flying over miles of ocean before they reached land again was not in his comfort zone, he wondered how he had let his conniving little sister talk him into this adventure.
Dinner had been served, and the cabin lights were dimmed to encourage the passengers to sleep or rest quietly. Daniel figured it made the long hours of the flight a lot easier on the passengers and flight attendants, but it hardly helped to quell his anxiety. He was uncomfortably aware of his seatmates as he tried not to fidget, but hell, a body wasn’t meant to sit still in one place for so long, and it was his bad luck to have ended up with the window seat.
Robert and Teressa were already sleeping, curled up under their airline-issued blankets. Apparently, they were okay with the long overnight trip, but Daniel was finding it much harder to settle in. The journey was long, and the large plane was nearly full for the nonstop flight. He was grateful Teressa and Robert had used their frequent-flyer miles to upgrade to roomier seats, but the space was still cramped for his six-foot-three-inch frame. And instead of being a soothing white noise, the hum of the engines created an annoying vibrating buzz in his ears.
He wanted to get up and stretch his legs, but he didn’t want to disturb Teressa and Robert, so he sat and stared out the small oval window into the reflective blackness of the nighttime sky, regretting his misfortune of getting stuck with the inside seat. When they were boarding, he had agreed to let Robert take the aisle seat, always being the nice guy, and as he knew, nice guys always finished last. He glanced again at Teressa, his younger sister, happily married to the man of her dreams, and knew he was definitely finishing last. He was the last unmarried sibling and the last one still at home.
Daniel sat in the dim light cast by the overhead reading lamp, wondering what he could do to get some sleep, or at least relax enough to forget he was thirty thousand feet above endless ocean. Maybe not exactly endless ocean, but close enough.
He searched the seat back pocket in front of him and flipped through the airline’s in-flight magazine. It was beyond boring and of no use for his insomnia. Looking over at the seat back pocket in front of Teressa, he noticed her travel journal poking halfway out. She’d been writing in it earlier. When he had asked her about the journal, she had explained she had started the travel journal during her first trip to the Isle of Skye. With each succeeding trip, she planned to add to the journal, creating a memoir of her travels to Scotland.
Daniel didn’t usually go snooping into his sister’s personal stuff, but since she hadn’t seemed particularly secretive when she had told him about her journal, he figured she wouldn’t mind. Hopefully, it would tell him about the places they planned to visit, and perhaps provide a little insight into his sister’s opinions on their intended destination. With hardly a second thought, he reached for his sister’s journal, flipped it open, and started reading.
A few hours later, and several disbelieving glances at the two people sleeping next to him, he wasn’t sure if he had read a credible account of an incredible journey, or if his sister was a fantastic storyteller. . . . . He didn’t know what to think of his sister’s story except that it was simply unbelievable. Interesting, but unbelievable. He’d give her credit on one count: she and Robert seemed made for each other. Whether it was because they were soulmates across time or just lucky in love, he couldn’t say, but they certainly seemed to belong together.
With a final shake of his head, Daniel tucked Teressa’s journal back into the seat pocket in front of her and switched off his overhead light. It was time to close his eyes and rest even if he couldn’t sleep. As he reached to close the shade of the little oval window next to him, he paused a moment and gazed out into the early morning sky.
The glow of the rising sun rushing to meet the eastward-flying plane was just beginning to leak above the horizon. A lone star still shone bright in his limited view of the vast endless sky. It occurred to him that this single star, shining alone in the vastness of space, had spent eons shining its light out into the cosmos, always existing exactly where it was meant to be. In a moment of honest confession, he softly whispered, “I wish I knew where I belong.”
He dropped the shade, closed his eyes, and laid his head back to relax. A soft breeze danced across his forehead. Just before he unexpectedly fell into a deep and peaceful sleep, he heard a woman’s voice softly whisper, “A wish expressed, a favor bestowed.”