Take off. Arthur
O2 arena. 1863
The crowds sat tensely, heart in mouth, breath caught in throat. Lights blared down on to the magnificent creation. Monsieur Delichi Cruttos, sat pompously in the royal plateau, smugly glaring down on his masterpiece. Spotlights blared onto the button shaped podium. Approaching from the bold, metal door, the pilot, cloaked in exquisite clothes, marched across the platform.
Climbing into the compact cab, he viciously yanked the choke – nothing. Trying again, the engine rumbled like thunder. The crowd flinched as the grumble echoed through the stadium. His sinuous arms pulled back the steer stick, when it just wouldn’t start.
Great work like in the tension to build it up