The Pond of Dreams

It's like nothing you've ever done. It's like everything you ever dreamed of doing. Who cares about busted ear drums or getting janked in the most inopportune places. You'll have plenty of time to think about those things in the air.  But wait you say, I forgot the sack lunch my mom packed for me at the top... You weren't ready. But there's no going back. The dirty midgets who chewed through the now severed break cables made sure of that. ...five minutes would have been enough.  With the hill behind you and the jump in front of you there's only one option. Suck it up and really learn to fly.

Staring You in the Face

Right there in front of you. It has been there all the time. Just ignore it. Forget about it. It's only the screeching of metal and the picking on strings. And you dive in again. Which makes you wonder... is it tenacity or just plain old garden variety lunacy? Well fortuition isn't really in the holster and you're jammed in the back between the shovel and some manner of cloth big enough to wrap a body in. So forget about the spinning table, someone is out to steal your lunch.