“Grandpas bring a little wisdom, happiness, warmth, and love to every life they touch” –Anonymous
Keisha could hear the two Spads veer off to either side just after the machine gun clatter stopped. Her eyes were squeezed shut and she’d bent forward in her chair as far as she could, covering her head with her arms.
She felt her body being pulled forward even more, which meant the Kestrel was going into a dive.
“Miss Davis, are you alright?” It was Isaiah! He was alive.
“I’m okay. How’s Josiah?” She opened her eyes and looked to her right but her view of the man and boy was obscured by clouds of mist.
“I’m fine except for being scared out of my wits.”
“We made it,” Granger shouted. “Get us down, Oscar. We’ve got to ditch the zeppelin’s superstructure.
“Duck soup, Boss.”
“Don’t give me that mush. It’s curtains for us if we don’t land this tub, and we’ll have to hit on all sixes to get the job done.”