Archive for Serial Stories

The Mission: Courtship (part 11)

Elijah suspected that he was not very good at writing letters, but if Ginny wanted a courtship via the U.S Mail, then he would comply. And it worked—Ginny loved every word he wrote, and his strong distinctive printing. She loved reading about his friends in the squadron, his funny neighbors, and what he did on […]

Posted by: Deborah Hendrick on Wednesday, September 20th, 2006

The Mission: Someone to Watch Over Me (part 10)

Truly, it was not her plan to buy a bridal magazine. She reached for a copy of Vogue and pulled up Brides instead. She dropped it instantly, astonished at her mistake. But slowly, deliberately, she picked it up again, studied the cover, and took it. Then she looked at the rest of the brides’ magazines. […]

Posted by: Deborah Hendrick on Wednesday, September 13th, 2006

The Mission: Cross-Country & Cross-Roads (part 9)

Ginny spent a leisurely day of flying. The weather was beautiful all the way north, and when she took her turn after a big heavy and touched down at Amarillo, the late afternoon sky was brilliantly blue and clear all the way to the moon. She was pleased and relieved as she taxied up to […]

Posted by: Deborah Hendrick on Wednesday, September 6th, 2006

The Mission: Vectors (part 8)

All Ginny wanted to do when she got home from work was sleep. Instead she pushed herself for a fast lap around the perimeter of the airfield, hoping the exercise would blot out her memories for a little while longer. Last night with Eli had been story-book perfect, but it could never happen again. She’d […]

Posted by: Deborah Hendrick on Wednesday, August 30th, 2006

The Mission: A Day at the Beach (part 7)

Elijah was waiting on the deck when Ginny returned from her sunrise run. She’d hoped the hard exercise would clear her head, but there stood trouble again: Six feet, three inches, two hundred pounds, black-coffee eyes, and close-cropped curly brown hair. Killer dimple in his left cheek. “I’ll fix breakfast while you bathe,” Eli said. […]

Posted by: Deborah Hendrick on Wednesday, August 23rd, 2006

The Mission: Elijah (part 6)

Ginny adjusted her headset and radioed the tower at nearby Ellington Field. After a brief exchange of information and instructions, she pushed the throttle in and they began rolling down the runway. Eli felt the tail wheel lift as the Dragonfly picked up speed, and then Ginny lifted them gently into the morning sky. She […]

Posted by: Deborah Hendrick on Thursday, August 17th, 2006

The Mission: The Dragonfly (part 5)

“This is amazing. I can’t believe you live at an airfield!” said Elijah. “You of all people should understand what it costs to keep an airplane.” said Ginny. “I couldn’t let the Dragonfly sit in a communal hangar. Some big brute King Air might bump her, not to mention all those guys wanting to touch […]

Posted by: Deborah Hendrick on Wednesday, August 2nd, 2006

The Mission: Ginny (part 4)

Ginny had been cleaning for a week, it seemed like. She worked on the beach house until it sparkled, and stocked the refrigerator with her brother’s favorite foods. Back at the hangar, she slaved over her Airstream until it gleamed like new, then washed the Dragonfly, because she knew that Ace would want to fly […]

Posted by: Deborah Hendrick on Wednesday, July 26th, 2006

The Mission: Mad Max (part 3)

Maxwell Madden was surprised and pleased beyond belief. “Oh that girl,” he said out loud. He’d already examined her resume and employment application; it was concise, precise, and impeccable. Ginny was one of Coastal’s new cartographers, hired last month for a large project they were starting. She also had a minor degree in Art. That […]

Posted by: Deborah Hendrick on Wednesday, July 19th, 2006

The Mission: Apology (part 2)

It took five minutes for Ginny to learn that the president of Coastal Mapping and Survey was Maxwell Madden, a retired Air Force officer with a distinguished career, and a decorated fighter pilot. Ginny spent a lot of time during the next week with her head in her hands. Would she never learn, she thought. […]

Posted by: Deborah Hendrick on Wednesday, July 12th, 2006