“Surely, you don’t expect me to jump from here!”
“Of course, I do! Didn’t you make a wish to go flying?”
“That was one month ago! I was young then! I was allowed to make silly wishes. And I meant flying with a glider!”
“You never mentioned a glider! Besides you don’t need one. Now get moving or I’ll have to push you down.”
“You know, I can sue you for child abuse!”
“Yeah! But for that you need to fly down the tree first, son.”
“Oh, dear!”
Author’s note: To my parents who forced me to fly
Short Stories | Fish-eye Perspective 