Testor unfurled his wings;
this would be their first high-altitude test.
He remembered the Old Russian expression Grandma would use:
“Не пуха, не перя” –
no feathers, no down –
it means “good luck”.
He jumped, flapped once, twice –
Caught a draft and soared.
Carbon nanofiber “feathers” gripped the air like magic.
Banking sharply upward, something snapped –
Pain in one of the appendages.
Dozens of ground tests had failed to prepare Testor for this,
and as he hurtled down,
trying to stabilize,
He recalled the traditional reply
(Grandpa’s line, usually):
“К черту” –
“Go to Hell”.
This flash fiction in 94 words is crafted for Flash in the Pan