"How's it going?" She asked in my earpiece. I could barely make her out over the rushing air.
"The Flying Suit definitely works. I'm mostly comfortable and maintaining a relative altitude of twenty feet. We've attracted quite a crowd, too."
"But I do have some complaints."
"Two things. First, we need to work on the efficiency of this thing. I'm trailing black smoke."
"And what's the second?"
"We've got to do something about the location of the exhaust port. I know you said the seat of the pants would be most stable, but it's terribly embarrassing."
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Everyday DrabblesShort Story
A drabble is a very short story one hundred words long. No more, no less. They are designed for maximum impact in the least amount of space. For 2019, I'll be posting a drabble every day.