Stuntman

The Rough for this was rejected a while back, but I still liked it. It got buried in a stack of paper, and the other day I found it and thought: why not try doing it up. So here we have it.

On a metaphorical level, though, I've been stuck in this spot for most of the fall. My toes are hanging over the edge, everybody's watching, and those wings are looking pretty pov. What did I get myself into?