100 Words for Friday Fictioneers based on the photo prompt below courtesy of Lucy Fridkin. (Keen eyes will see that the photo was taken from very near the flight path of the wing suit flyers in the video I attached via the hyperlink.) (Oh, and Happy Birthday to Ted Strutz, a friend who has a seat of honor on the FF ferry. Many happy returns, sir.)
(Copyright Lucy Fridkin)
“Ready Pops?” a kid shouts over the wind that rushes through the plane’s open door.
I smile and nod. The pilot signals us and I follow five wingsuit clad figures out the door and into the bright void.
“Hope I’m still doing this when I’m your age,” the kid says afterwards. “Having to give it up would be agony.”
I do my part to spare him pain and walk away without telling him that he’s wrong. Someday soon, gravity is going to cure me of my cancer.
When I see fit to stop I won’t feel a thing.