You Must Get On The Plane

The landing gear began to swing back up towards the space he was wedged into. The air howling all around him and the sight of the distant ground below gave the whole scene a sort of inevitable, daring feel, and before he knew it he was swinging out under the fuselage of the plane, holding to something, he wasn’t sure what. His determination to get into the plane never once left him. As he swung forward like a child on monkey bars in a hurricane, he was shocked when he saw his hands were grasping straight through the sheet metal.