Tumbling

straight edge of metal, his right holding a ... a strap; he was holding on to a strap, waiting for something. A signal ... a flashing light or a tap on the shoulder, or both. A signal. It came. He plunged. Into the darkness, into the void, his body tumbling, twisting, swept away into the night sky. He had ... parachuted! “Etes-vous malade?” His insane reverie was broken; the nervous passenger next to him had touched his left arm— which was raised, the fingers of his hand spread, as if resisting, rigid