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Wreck The sky was bright, clear, and a beautiful blue. Fluffy clouds meandered aimlessly across the sky, pushed by lazy breezes as the sun shone brightly upon the flaming wreckage that once was charitably described as an aircraft. Bits of metal, wood, and fabric smouldered hither and thither among the verdant grass of the valley. A young man gives a wayward propeller, buried impressively far into the dirt, a swift kick.Wreck by Dragynn275
“Five hundred and ten feet,” he says, wiping soot off his face with a dirty glove, “before it, you know, exploded.”
“If you count the landing, we almost made it seven hundred feet,” answered his twin, chewing his mustache.
“I'd hardly call that a landing.”
The two brothers stared silently at the ruins of their experiment, the physical, temporarily ai