What a magnificent thing, to fly in the clouds. Like I’m Wendy Darling chasing Pan to Neverland. The sun burns my cheeks, sparking blushes to life as I gaze down on Earth. I flip my focus to the vast nothingness above me and in the glimmering dark I am small and insignificant. I close my eyes and breathe deep. The wind brushes its hands through my hair just like Mama did when I didn’t feel well. The stroke of a mother, the stroke of a lover. I could fall in love in the sky.
“Ma’am, will you please fasten your seatbelt?”
Great ending line, Emily. If I had been drinking something, I might have snorted it all over my keyboard.
i was thinking the same thing
Yes, that was a great twist ending line. Had me going; thought it was gonna be another of those dreams of flying turning into reality. Actually a person flying–but not in an plane. Great job!
Wind in my hair says to me not an airplane, but something without walls, like a ferris wheel, a night ride in carnival swings . . . Still have to buckle up.
Nice one, Emily……………
Great twist, the wind could be the air-conditioning in the plane!
Use of imagery makes this profound. Loved rereading it several times to find the hints for the twist. Do you have a site where we can find more of your writing?
Really got me thinking on this one. Such a short story but on long brain activity. Thank you for the great challenge and great writing. Good luck with future stories.
lol, at first for some weird reason, i thought you had personalized a kite,,i don’t know why,,anyway, i love the story. good job