An aura of determination surrounds like a cloud
It runs in rivulets
As she stands tall on her platform
Crouching low, you can see a glint of it
She flies so high, one has the liberty to imagine she may hit the waving flags
Barely a splash into the turbulent waters below
Her motorboat is a white wake
Fingers flicking
Elbows high
Breathing limited
Repeat!
Faster!
Faster!
Reaching, groping
Roaring
A slap of determination finishes the race
YOU ARE READING
Inspirations on the Fly
RandomThis is mostly decent-not-too-bad pieces of writing that I've thought of on the fly, and because I don't know what to do with them, I decided I might as well publish them here for that one random reader who happens upon this lousy book. So without...
