Jessie stood at the edge of the playground with two other boys,
anxious for the next space launch. Recess would be over any minute. There would be no time for a hold in the countdown. Two weeks earlier the Russians had announced the successful launch of Yuri Gagarin into space. Once again the Americans had been
left behind but today’s launch would hopefully be the last before America put their own man into space.
Jessie held his breath as the rocket appeared above
the trees. Then it happened. The plume of white smoke erupted into a fiery ball, debris flying in all directions. Jessie didn’t wait for the teacher’s frantic call to take shelter in the school. He shook his head and turned his back on the carnage. At the door, the teacher gently laid a hand on his shoulder and gave him a sympathetic look. Any other day and Jessie might have resented
it, but he knew, today, it had nothing to do with his father and the reputation he’d developed for himself the past couple of years.
When school was out,
Jessie dragged his feet along the familiar path home. He kept walking when he came upon his brothers, his head down, watching the sand shift beneath his worn-out sneakers.
“I heard the
explosion.” Max draped an arm over Jessie’s shoulders. “Sorry.”
“Maybe we should go out to the beach, see if we can find any pieces,” Ricky suggested.
The thought turned Jessie’s stomach, but then he stopped. “That’s
not a bad idea. I’d like to have something to remember we at least tried to get to space.”
“Don’t talk like that,” Sam said. “We’ll get there, it’s just going to take time.”
Jessie knew Sam was trying to be encouraging, and so attempted a smile of thanks before shifting course across the large
field of scrub grass.
The boys spread out when they reached the beach. The tide was low but turning. Jessie took the section closest to the water, knowing the rising tide would cover it in another hour. The salty
tang of sea spray filled his nostrils and he inhaled, while his eyes and ears locked away every detail of the sand and surf.
He saw a flash of light ten feet ahead and quickened his pace, keeping his eyes on the spot.
The ocean foamed up, then slowly retreated. Jessie squatted down to find a silver and black triangle, partially buried in the sand. Another wave rushed toward him, splashing over his feet and soaking the bottom of his shorts. He held onto the metal afraid
the undertow would pull it out to sea. When the water receded, Jessie pulled the debris free of the remaining sand. It was five inches tall and three wide. Turning it over in his hands he noted scorch marks and part of what he thought might be the letter U
or A from the USA painted on the side of the rocket.
“Guys,” he waved to his brothers.
arrived first. “What’d you find?”
Jessie handed him the piece of metal.
“Cool.” Ricky joined them and reached for the newfound treasure.
job, Jess.” Sam clapped his brother on the back. “I didn’t think we’d find anything that big.”
Jessie reached for the metal and traced the rough edges. “You don’t think they will give up do you?”
Sam shook his head. "Since the Russians have gotten into space already, I don’t see how
we can give up now."
"I hope they don’t.” Jessie tore his gaze away from his find and looked at his brothers. “I want to be an astronaut."
Max laughed. "You can't be an astronaut."
you gotta have money to be an astronaut. You don't think Shepard and Grissom and all those other guys are dirt poor do you?"
"Maybe they’re not dirt poor, but they
aren’t filthy rich. They were chosen because they were in the military and had good records."
"So you gonna enlist when you turn eighteen? We'll probably still be
in that dag gum Vietnam and you'll go and get yourself killed the first day in the jungle."
"Nuh-huh. I know how to take care of myself. I hide from you in the woods all the time." Jessie balled his hands into fists
and planted his feet.
Sam stepped between them. "Cool it, Max. If Jessie wants to be an astronaut, then maybe he can be. Lots of things are changing."
Max snorted. "Yeah,
and I could be President."
"If that happens, then I'm moving to Mexico," Ricky quipped.
Jessie laughed and unclenched his fists. Yet again Sam had brokered peace without
anyone coming to blows. Maybe Sam was the one who would become President.
Sam stepped back. “Let’s head
“Did you hear Mom and Pop got another letter from the government yesterday?" Max asked as they walked along the hard packed sand.
"About what?" Jessie asked, turning up the beach, shuffling through the soft sand to a well-worn path across the dunes. Thick saw palmettos, sea grapes, and sea oats grew on either side of the path, slowly thinning as the boys moved
farther from the beach.
"About buying our land. They want to expand the missile complex more. They've been buying up all the land around here." Max swatted at a dragonfly buzzing around his head.
"But they already have so much land, what do they need more for?" Jessie ducked under the wispy needles of an Australian Pine tree, his brothers close behind.
"How'm I supposed to know?
I didn't see the letter, I just heard them arguing about it after we went to bed. Mom wants to take their offer, but Pop doesn't want to move."
"I don't want to move either," Ricky agreed. "I like being close to the
beach and huntin' in the woods."
"I don't think we have much choice. Sounded like the government letter said we take the offer or they'll just take the land away from us."
can't do that," Jessie cried. "We've lived here forever."
"Not forever, you moron," Max sneered. "Mom and Pop only moved here during the war, when Pop got assigned to the Banana River Naval Air Station."
"Still, that's practically forever." Jessie let his fingers run through the thin pine needles as they emerged from the copse of trees into a clearing.
"There are families that have
lived here since the 1800s and they’re being bought out too. I don't think the government is going to consider our twenty years here more important," Sam replied.
rolled his eyes. Leave it to Sam to know the history of the island.
"But they can't just take our land," Jessie insisted.
"Yes, they can, it's called eminent domain. If they
can prove to the court that private property is needed for public use and fair compensation has been offered, the court will likely rule in favor of the government."
"But this isn't public use," Ricky interjected.
"Yes and no." Sam leaned forward, obviously warming to the subject. "A public park isn't being created, but the research being conducted and the satellites being launched are for the public good. Plus, the government will probably
be able to make a pretty good case for public safety. Think about how close this piece of the rocket landed to our house. The government can use this incident and the others before as evidence of danger to the people still living on this end of the island."
"All right, professor, we get it, but it still doesn't mean I want to move," Ricky interrupted.
Up ahead, Jessie could see the orange grove that bordered their land, and glanced back
over his shoulder. He couldn’t see the beach through the trees, but it had taken less than five minutes to stroll home. Sam was right. This one had been a little too close for comfort.
is a Christian with a heart for new beginnings. She is a Florida native and a graduate of Jacksonville University, Jacksonville, Fl. A love of history, research and journaling led naturally to a passion for writing. She enjoys travel and has traveled extensively
across the United States and Canada as well as Europe and the Caribbean. Her reading taste run from the classics to light fiction. When she is not working or writing, she enjoys cooking, baking and sharing recipes on her blog.
Her current works include, Summer Storms and Winter's End, books one and two in The Seasons of Faith series, and Julianne the first book in The Coastal Chronicle series. She is currently working on Jessie a coming of age novel
set in coastal Florida during the early days of the United States manned space flight program. Jessie is the second book in the Coastal Chronicles Series.
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