Bond had been sent on this mission with just two days to go to retirement which, as any cop in any film could have told him, made him practically a walking gravestone.
So it’s no surprise that as he parachuted in over the Alps he was held up by the thermals, and so overshot Blofeld’s secret base and plummeted instead into a dense forest.
He hit a tree with all the force of Wile E Coyote hitting a canyon floor, then pinballed from branch to branch, each one slapping his face like some beautiful spy that he had slept once with and then left.
Luckily his plunge was halted just five feet from the ground, and he swung gently, like a Christmas bauble poked by an enraptured child.
The elderly Bond had dressed warmly, lest he catch his death, and was being held up by the thermals.
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The photo, Parachutist @Ft Lewis, was the prompt for today’s Flash! Friday challenge…
Ouch! LoL!!! 🙂
Poor Bond! 🙂
God Bless!
Prenin.
I like the idea of being held up by my thermals – weak back could do with some suport!
LOL when are you finishing the story?