Short Stories

Wings

I stood at the top of the school.

The ground was a broken spine away.

I remembered the comics my dad used to read to me. The men would fly, and the women would burn.

I remembered the magician my mother showed me. He floated above buildings, and made bunnies come from hats.

I remembered the birds my sister and I looked at. They flew with their mommies, with no restrictions.

I remembered the life I had, where fate took you past the clouds, and nothing could hurt me.

But that was before the fire.

My dad died, my mother died, my sister died, and I was sent to an orphanage.

If I jumped, maybe I could see them again.

My family was just a leap away from me.

I put my foot in front of me when-

"STOP"

I turned around to see my only friend.

Tears were falling from his eyes, and his cheeks were red.

"You can't jump," he whimpered.

I looked him in the eyes, and knew that I mattered to him.

I stepped down from the ledge, and he let out a breath.

He gripped my wrist and started to walk to the door, but I didn't move.

"Do you think I would fly?" I asked. "If I jumped, do you think God would give me wings? Maybe I could soar through clouds!  Maybe I'll meet birds!  Maybe I would go where no man has gone before!"

He looked at me funny, then saw I was not joking.

"Amy," he whispered. "People don't fly."

"Well how do you know?" I screeched. "All you do is sit here and never think of the possibilities! You don't know anything!"

I tore my arm away from him.

He reached for me.

I stepped back.

I fell down.

God doesn't give little girls wings.

That was my last thought as my eyes closed, never to open again.

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Hey guys! It would be great if you guys could give me feedback. I am going to re-write Dreams, it will probably be out by Monday (Philippines time). If you didn't notice, I changed most of the titles of my short stories.

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~squinkarina (I changed my username, but will still be going by squinkarina)