Written on 28 April 2019
"I'm really not sure this is the best idea."
I was eyeing up Willburt's latest contraption as he struggled to attach the bulk to his body.
He was ambitious. You couldn't deny that Willburt wasn't ambitious. But I suspect he'd never read or even heard of Icarus, because I could see what was coming a mile off.
"Look, it's quite simple. I'm flying the fuck out of here and into the big leagues. I promise when all is said and done, and I've sold my millionth unit, I'll move you in to an annex in my gigantic fucking Beverley Hills mansion."
He fastened what appeared to be the final buckle on his chest and shimmied to the cliff edge.
I should have stopped Willburt. Of course I should have. He didn't know the first thing about aerodynamics, and his contraption must have weighed the better part of half a ton.
But the tiniest part of me couldn't help thinking; what if he's cracked it?