His ambition was unwavering and his dream was simple. He wanted to fly. And not by way of a commercial pilot’s license, he wanted to soar like a bird and feel the wind on his face.
He had studied Da Vinci’s sketches and the logic behind his contraption was irrefutably genius. He set out to recreate Da Vinci’s brilliant apparatus and after a great deal of toiling and more than a few expletives he was able to stand back and appreciate all of his efforts. It was finished. It was brilliant. It was ready for its first test.
After his laborious journey to bring Leonardo’s masterpiece to life, he intuitively knew he must wait until morning. He wanted to be mentally and physically prepared for what would happen next and he knew a good night’s sleep would help him be at his best.
He looked up to the ceiling and yelled, seemingly to himself, “Get a good rest tonight. Tomorrow, we fly.”
Morning came and the weather was perfect. The sky was clear and the breeze guaranteed a splendid baptism into the world of flight. He climbed the stairs to the attic and the sun beams peeked through the cracks in the roof. The man in the corner of the room looked terrified. The stranger was haggard, unkempt and the duct tape over his mouth prevented him from nourishing himself. But even in the man’s fatigued condition, he was sure this man would still make a great test subject for the inaugural voyage.
He left his captive once again and wheeled his new gadget out onto the crest of the large hill that protected his house from unwanted visitors. He had already created the launch ramp and after some serious effort on his part the plane was set and ready to be cut loose.
He ran back into the house with the enthusiasm of a child and dragged the man out of the attic. The man put up a great struggle but he was no match for the willpower of the scientific mind. Once the man had been strapped in, he viciously tore off the duct tape. The man’s curses echoed in the valley below. He methodically explained the steering mechanism to the man and explained what would have to happen during updrafts and downdrafts. There was a pause in his instructions when he sadly mused that he would not be the first to test his gizmo but he was not stupid and knew there was room for error.
Once the tutorial was finished, he wished the man well and cut the umbilical cord holding the plane to the launch pad. Gravity took over and the plane began to pick up speed. The man’s screams could not be heard over the cacophony of the plane hurling down the launch ramp. The loud noise of the wheels on the track stopped suddenly and the plane was in the air. As graceful as an Eagle, the plane hovered on a gust of wind and seemed to stand perfectly still for a few seconds.
The breeze changed direction and he thought he was about to witness a magical flight. But the plane seemed front heavy and could not maintain itself in the air. He watched in horror as the plane did a nose drive, plummeted and crashed violently in the valley far below his house.
Reluctantly, he climbed into his ATV and drove down the long and winding path to see the carnage and sort through the wreckage. His pilot did not survive the crash. There were pieces of the plane he could salvage and he would begin building as soon as the light of the morning allowed him to begin. Tonight he had another job. Tonight he had to find himself a new pilot.
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Written for the Grammar Ghoul Challenge to use the above photo of Da Vinci’s sketch and the word “dream”.
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