A Daring Pilot by Ian Moore
E stood positioned; arms laced behind,
knotted at the wrists by a thick rope running an itch up the spine, feet
distanced by the measure of his shoulders. It was a voluntary submission;
senses careening forward, impacting at the smell of dust scuttered up by a
footstep. Held tight by nothing, the world was immutable, absent, falling into
the quagmire that one may call fate. ...READ MORE