Drift

The rope pulls tight, the wind blows cool against his skin, and the sky is blue and clear.

The ropes snap, the people scream below, and he arcs out, out, out and over.

The wind is cool and he flies forever, forever in the clear blue.

This is for Three Line Tales 272. Thanks to Sonya for running the challenge and Scott Webb for providing the prompt photo!

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