To take flight
Turning the glossy oak knob I looked back down at the ground one final time, my goal set to the sky. I lingered in deep thought, a silent void engulfed me, the noises around had been snatched, my determination hovering above grave panic. I had known from the beginning that this was my dream and the grimacing fate along side it gave me a cold, long stare, my will to pursue this vision trembling, fading. The glass lens on my leather framed goggles sealed tight, no air slipped past, as the rubber padding of my helmet pressed firmly against my head.
Swinging across the landing the iron hinges of the great door bounded as an obnoxious creak proceeded. Swiftly I climbed up the spiralling staircase the splintered banister scraping against my gloves. Gently taking the final turn I was greeted by a surging uproar of an audience, swirling overhead clamour resonated. Rummaging through the shock I found peace as I gulped in the fresh air one final time. Patting my chest I felt a rolling pin flatten my soggy spine, tightening my suit one step after another I found myself in a cockpit.
Yet I was knew I was not safe, pulling the glass case down over my head, I flipped on the switches as the ancient engine roared into life. My thoughts were mere distractions, as my focus sliced down into once straight line pointing at the horizon, far and unsettling.
The vermillion shine that coated the sea dragged into the distance, slowly, sluggishly, slipping away. Night had begun. Torches shone lighting a path ahead of me as the propellor spun throwing me into the clouds. A storm brewed, the ominous sullen clouds coming for me as they hurled their blue neon streaks of light towards the plane. Tilting toward my right flank I changed my course out of the storm as my sight blurred. But it was not possible I had been yanked into the middle of the beast. My accelerator had reached its limit as my fuel started to dry up. It had happened so fast I could not stop it, a bolt of lightning struck the rear rudder as I lost balance nearing the glimmering silhouette of the ocean. I could not abort now I was to close, gripping the lever I slammed it backwards as the nose of the plane leapt into the air once more. My heart drumming in anxiety, I was pulled back into the grey clouds. Heavy rain distorted the glass as I flied blindly. A second bolt of lightning shoved me towards the water, the metal bolts that studded the plating, creaking, rusting open. The eject button radiating red, life was futile. Then it turned black, my engine shut down as I sunk into the tranquil, calm sea.