A wash of heated air hit me just moments after the bombs hit. The effect on a flying creature was the same as a wave or a current in water. It took all I had to keep from panicking, to maintain my concentration and control the giant beetle.
The shockwave is the same as a wave in water, just through air, so that makes sense.
Rather than fight the turbulence, I rolled with it, letting it push and accepting the instability. As it passed, I focused on righting myself and regaining my sense of orientation.
Ahh-ee-ah-ee-ayy
While I roll with the wind,
Bringing distance to everything
Ahh-ee-ah-ee-ayy, oh ohh
Ahh-ee-ah-ee-ayy
While I sit by the fire
And glance at the pouring rain
Ahh-ee-ah-ee-ayy
Ahh-ee-ah-ee-ayy
The bomb had hit close to where we’d been, but not so close that we would have been in the impact site. That said, I wasn’t sure the heat -or the shockwave, if there was one- wouldn’t have done us in.
I think that might’ve been bad. Maybe.
My phone rang.
Oh hey. Lisa?
Man, imagine if Danny had this number and a working phone, but no idea that his daughter was hundreds of feet in the sky over an active bomb site on a giant beetle.
“Frog R,” Tattletale’s voice greeted me.
Taylor: “Frog T.”
Lisa: “Uh… not that set?”
Taylor: “L! I mean L! Sorry, I was thinking of ‘ribbit’. Because frogs.”
Alec, in the background: “Dork.”
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