Thursday, June 25, 2015

Got you

She unhooked the clip and shrugged off her parachute pack. Two zips and her jumpsuit fell away.

Leaving her seat she yanked open the plane door.

For a second her toes hung over the edge, before she stepped out into the sky.

 she plummeted downwards spread-eagle through the billowy white clouds.

The impact never comes.

His presence is her parachute.

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