First Story – I Think I Can Fly.

Okay this story is the first one I wrote after admitting out loud and to another person that I wanted to be a writer.  It’s rough.  It’s old.  About 10 years old actually, but still.  It started with a comment made by my then 3 year old son about wanting to ride his bike to the sky.  His Dad then told me all little boys want to fly.

 

I Think I Can Fly.

“I think I can fly, Ted” Conner said to his bear.  “We’ll need our bike.” Conner grabbed Ted and raced outside.

Conner pushed the bike up a nearby hill.  “Hang on, this’ll be fun.” They flew down the hill.  Straight for the gum tree.

Conner put his hand over Ted’s eyes, closed his own, and waited.

SLAM!  Conner lay tangled, thinking “Ted, we need to get high to fly” Ted trembled falling from the basket.  “Let’s try,” said Conner pulling Ted free.

“That should do it Ted” Conner said from the slide piled high with boxes.  “Hang on, this’ll be fun” Conner peddled fast.  For a second they flew…

Before falling.

Conner put his hand over Ted’s eyes, closed his own, and waited.

BANG!  Conner lay on the grass, thinking.  “That nearly worked, maybe height and speed will make us fly” Ted frowned.  “Let’s try” said Conner pushing them out from the boxes.

“That should do it Ted” said Conner, looking at the ramp at the bottom of the hill.  “Hang on, this’ll be fun” With a mighty push and a frenzy of peddling, they dashed down the hill.  They hit the ramp and soared…

Before falling.

Conner put his hand over Ted’s eyes, closed his own, and waited.

SMASH! Conner lay, thinking.  A bird twittered at the boy, the bear, and the bike.  Conner looked at Ted.  “We forgot wings, Ted.”  Ted groaned as the bike fell.

“That should do it Ted” said Conner, wearing angel wings. “Hang on, this’ll be fun.” The boy in angel wings and the bear in the basket, pushed off.  They gathered speed peddling down the hill; they gathered more speed hitting the ramp.  Conner felt the wind catch under the wings.  They reached the top of the garden fence…

Before falling.

Conner put his hand over Ted’s eyes, closed his own, and waited.

THUMP!  Conner lay, thinking.  “We forgot feathers.”  Ted wriggled from the fence, landing on Conner’s head.

“That should do it Ted” said Conner looking at wings covered in turkey feathers.  “It’ll work this time, Ted.” Conner pushed off.  Trees blurred, wind whistled.  They hit the ramp and peddled harder.  They rocketed into the air, past the garden shed, past the fence straight for the house…

Before falling

Conner put his hand over Ted’s eyes, closed his own, and waited.

WHACK!  Conner lay watching a plane fly past.  “Planes have engines.”  Ted tumbled from the windowsill.

“That should do it Ted” said Conner, a remote control car engine sticky taped to the wings.  “Hang on, this’ll be fun.” With the biggest push yet, they zoomed down the hill.  Trees blurred, tears streamed, wind whistled over wings and screamed through engines.  They flew past the tree, past the garden shed, past the fence, past the house straight for the birdcage…

Before falling.

Conner put his hand over Ted’s eyes, closed his own, and waited.

CRASH!  Conner lay next to the cage listening to the birds squawking, thinking…

“Ted, maybe I can’t fly!”

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