69th_Spiritus

  1. The Return

    The smell of aircraft exhaust penetrates my nostrils. A cold winter wind gusts through the open hangers as the clinking of metal drifts in the whipping air currents as the windsock tries to break free from its bonds. The crunch of fresh snow echoes under my feet as the sun dances low along the southern horizon.

    I walk around the hunk of frozen steel, my teeth chattering against each other as my hands glide over the control surfaces. My crew sits silently, staring off into the sun ...

    Updated Jan-13-2015 at 03:05 by 69th_Spiritus

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