Books for Company: Over The Rainbow by Brian Rowe Excerpt + Giveaway

29.7.13

Over The Rainbow by Brian Rowe Excerpt + Giveaway

Over The Rainbow Excerpt

The sun wanted to swallow me whole.
I lifted my arm, tried to block away the harsh light. I was sprawled on rocky dirt, not the cargo hold of the airplane. People typically don’t survive airplane crashes so I figured I was dead.
Except when my eyes adjusted to the light, I didn’t see Heaven or Hell. I didn’t see God—a woman named Rochelle, I always liked to imagine—in front of me. I saw the airplane, the back spitting out waves of smoke, the front protruding through a two-story home. I glanced all around. Not a single person. I listened for the screams. Nothing.
“Where am I?” I said.
I turned to my right to see the cargo area, the door to it teetering against the side of the plane. I wasn’t dead, at least not yet; I had been ejected on impact.
I stood up, shaken but in one piece. I glanced to my left, past the destroyed house, to see a medley of mountains. I had no idea where I was, but nothing surrounding me looked like Topeka.
“I have a feeling I’m not in Kansas anymore,” I said, as I brushed dirt off my Converse.
I moved toward the aircraft. The left wing had split away on impact, and the nose of the plane had destroyed almost the entire second story of the house.
“Hello?” I shouted. “Is anyone there?”
Nothing.
I couldn’t believe what was happening, and I had too many questions to count, so I just shuffled forward, past a small line of bushes and a faded welcome matt, and knocked on the front door of the dilapidated home.
As I waited for an answer, I cracked my neck and looked for a road. There was none. This was the only house around, surrounded in every direction by green-brown mountains, and a reservoir to the south of me. A dirt trail lined with daffodils ran in front of the house, but it looked to go back up into the mountains, not the nearest town.
I knocked again. This time the door opened a crack. “Is anyone here?” I said, and stepped inside.