On a humid Tuesday in October, Naomi sat in the cockpit, staring at a weather front that looked like a wall of bruised ink. She had a cargo hold full of life-saving medicine destined for the remote island of Oakhaven, and the storm was the only thing standing in her way.
As she taxied into the calm waters of the harbor, the locals gathered on the docks, cheering. Naomi stepped out onto the wing, adjusted her goggles, and looked at her plane. "Not bad," she muttered to the sky. "Not bad at all." ProducersFun.19.10.05.Naomi.Blue.A.Fucking.Conv...
"Come on, girl," she whispered, patting the dashboard. "Don't fail me now." On a humid Tuesday in October, Naomi sat