A Preview of Airspace in Loco Parentis

The new book "Airspace in Loco Parentis" by Corey Basalt offers a unique view of the events that occurred on the morning of September 11, 2001. A brilliant prospective on the subject, exploring both the emotional and political impact of the event and our reaction there of. As a special bonus to our readers, we will be releasing 6 consecutive excerpts from the novel, one each week in order to build awareness of this ground breaking book.

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Airspace Preview #1

Overhead the speaker crackled.

Uma, paying little heed, assumed it was a captain or first mate announcing their departure, but instead of the speech, oddly, there was silence.

Uma looked up.

A gasp of distress from somewhere forward of their seats left her agitated, ill at ease. Someone had become sick, she thought, a heart attack, or worse, the gasp of a child whose parent was suddenly incapacitated. Instinctively she rose, trying to move forward and help but quickly discovered more than one passenger was complaining, gasping, choking or exhaling from some sudden illness, some unanticipated, unknown despair.

Uma saw, aware of acute danger, her ancient sub-cortical brain suddenly active and exerting control, there was commotion all around, uncommon sounds and sense, the startled noises that come before comprehension might quantify what was, in fact, happening. In a moment she saw passengers everywhere rising, gesticulating, and pointing to the window or at something on the tarmac.

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Airspace Preview #2

Uma Hawkins turned instinctively to the right, clearly the public space of tourist class, gesturing for Anye Se to stay close to her as they found their seats. She paused momentarily, wondering at the dull, nearly concussive thud, a sound alive deep in her inner ear, but then remembered they were close to the harbor and reasoned the sound was simply one of the enormous tugs or freighters sounding, a horn or asking a bridge to open and make way for its imminent passing.

Awkwardly she and Anye Se walked sideways down the aisle, searching for their seats.

Stowing her briefcase in the overhead, she saw, beneath the cuff of her white blouse, the summer’s tan of her wrist broken by the curious pale and now pained recollection of the missing bracelet which had for so many years graced that spot.

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Airspace Preview #3

Anye Se and Uma found themselves covered and pressed into each other and the elderly man beside them by passengers in the aisle who leaned over them trying to see better. Uma looked through the half blocked porthole and through the somewhat blurry plastic to the tower in the distance engulfed in flames and smoke.

“Do you mind,” a stern and somewhat unpleasant voice intoned behind her. She turned to see the nature of a speaker whose lack of courtesy was so publicly manifest.

“Would you make some space for others to see,” repeated an odious man, sweating, his face veined his breath deep and unclean.

Reflexively, Uma and Anye Se both pulled back, pressing their heads into the backs of the seat, holding their breaths as the man in the poorly tailored suit, eel-like and slick with his own excretions, bent over and peered through the porthole.

The man in the window seat, himself still absorbed in the sight, turned and responded churlishly when the strange and unpleasant voice whined a complaint aimed directly at him, suggesting his head was too big to see around. Uma struggled to stifle a guffaw, knowing the situation was not one given over to one’s sense of humor.

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