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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