Alan Foster: Dark Star

He braced himself hard against it so the wind howling out of that cavern wouldn’t blow him off the board, stayed upright despite the fact that it tore and screamed at him, a friction generating a heat he could almost feel through his wetsuit. A charring, raging, surging heat as he bent his knees and slid into the atmosphere.

Beginning to glow… seeing the ladder beginning to glow beneath his feet and his suit glowing too, in spite of the water turning a cherry red, and the air wave was upon him, suffocating him, tearing at him. But it didn’t tear him down, even though he saw he wasn’t going to make it—wasn’t going to get out of the curl.

And even, finally, when his face plate cracked from the heat, his smile didn’t because the wave was lifting him up, up toward the blue sky, toward the planet, up and over and down and under into the star-flecked, foam-speckled blackness.

Wipeout…

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