Ehe (2022 Weekly 233)

Black clouds formed like cotton wads. Contrails became their stems. The skies of Bastogne were a light show jungle of explosions and smoke, and the Condor was part of this entire presentation. It too had a part to play.
The Condor in its desperation entered the 'storm' fearless. It zipped and zapped, avoiding the ever-growing jungle in the sky. Its wings shook at the extreme forces every time it turned, and her engines cried at the speeds it had to endure, but they never gave in.
Breaking through the clouds, she lets loose. Her payload drops, followed by a thud. The explosions lay above them, away from the action.
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