Close Call (Patreon)

I really should just pick my favourite angle but I couldn’t so you can have them both.

Mountains should not just appear in a flight path. 

“EVASIVE ACTION!” screamed the pilot, “Everybody hold on!”

But this one had. There was nothing on the charts, and suddenly a visual. A pale wall with a craggy outcrop that they were just about to hit. The plane banked hard port. What was a mountain doing at cruising altitude anyway? There shouldn’t be anything here. Then as the plane righted itself and re-established a course the mountain moved and the pieces feel into place. The mountain was a chest. A boob. A tit. A nipple. The moving was breathing. They were passing so close they could not look up and see the face that looked down on them, but they saw as acres and acres of skin slid past the window.