De File

The machine is large. The mass spills downward. There are too many parts. It will never get off the ground. But it's starting to roll, ignoring your lack of faith. You cover your eyes, peer out from between your fingers. And then the tires aren't touching anymore. Will it clear the powerlines? The engine sputters. The fuselage shakes. Yes! The left wing tip drops. It's coming back around. You can see the pilot. She opens the side window on the cockpit and extends her arm. A charge courses down your spine.