/lit/ - Literature

>>16182006
Blue. That was the only way Sophia could describe the view before her. A sky that stretched endlessly in every direction, and at the very center was her in the cockpit of a Spitfire, thirty thousand feet above the ocean. She ran out of air and stalled the engine. For the briefest of moments, Sophia felt weightless. In this infinite expanse of blue, she was completely alone. Right now she was the sole being that dared to cast off the chains of gravity, breach through the clouds, and go to the edge of the world. She could go anywhere she wanted, a thousand miles in any direction, and then a thousand more after that. This was what true freedom was. The ability for an intrepid soul to push to the absolute limits of what a machine could do, go higher than anyone else. This was her reason to live.

The nose of the plane dipped forward, and Sophia fell back to the Earth. The plane shook as it dived through the atmosphere, the air getting progressively thicker. As Sophia broke through the clouds she started the engine back up, the defiant roar of the Merlin V-12 engine drowning out the rush of wind going past. Sophia gripped the stick and pulled back with every ounce of force she could muster, taking her feet off the pedals and pushing against the floor for the slightest extra strength. She pulled out of the dive with the ocean only a few hundred feet below. The peacefulness of that blue expanse was near instantly replaced with the most thrilling experience ever. Her own heartbeat almost drowned out the Merlin engine. She coasted above the water for a while to calm down.

Sophia put her hand on the instrument panel and smiled, "I think I'll call you Icarus."

"It's not very good luck to name a plane after someone who failed to fly."

Sophia pulled her hand back stunned, "D- did you just talk?"

"Maybe, might I ask your name?"

"Uhh Sophia, nice to meet you."

"Nice you meet you as well Sophia, quite the daredevil you seem to be."

She tensed up a little and pulled her head down, a little embarrassed, "Sorry, I got a little carried aw- oh SHIT SHIT," she yanked the flight stick back and brought the plane back up.

"I can see the bad luck is already taking effect."

"Hush."

Icarus laughed, "well with a little practice I think you'll make a great pilot. Do make sure to take care of me."

"I promise."

"I guess I'll have to take care of you too then," Icarus said

Sophia smiled, "It's a deal then."