Her mind began to become coherent when she heard something beyond the blusterous air that beat against the fabric of the wrecked craft. A hum floated in wafts to her ears. She could not place the alien sound, it was too far off to identify just yet, but she was anxious. She was alone in the field, except for the noise and her neon glider. Blaine had neglected her phone in her car three hours ago, upon take-off. It was not until she was up in the air that she realized the typical bulge in her pocket was missing. It was an idiotic move on her part and she openly cursed herself. Blaine fumed in her head about being so naïve about this sport—this being the first time she flew on her own with her Hang I license that she received two weeks ago. She
The hum grew into a mechanical bellow. An older, tawny colored, Jeep Cherokee mounted a slope in the vast distance. Blaine narrowed her eyes to screen through the debris that travelled on the wind. As the vehicle angled toward her general location a wall hit Blaine. She burst out of her ball in an attempt to stand and back away. She unattached her harness from the straps of the glider, freeing herself of the destructed piece of equipment and attempted to stand. Her ankle moved for the first time since the crash and jolted her shin with icy injections of agony. The ankle gave way under her weight. Blaine fell sideways from the attempt to crouch into a stand. Her ankle could not support her.
“Fuck!”She beat the ground with a tanned fist that was spattered with white splotches of elasticity around the knuckles. She palmed thirsty sand and sprayed it into the wind. The Jeep parked alongside of her aircraft and she heard the engine die. Blaine threw herself onto her back in frustrated defeat.
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