“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
I was out, of course, while he called. I can’t exactly give flying lessons inside a cozy classroom.
He could have just left the message on the answering machine. But no! He had to call me 13 unlucky times before losing it and blasting his cellphone off with his wand.
He’s like, “Why don’t you carry your cellphone with you?”
Sure, I can carry it. But he should try answering calls while riding a broom driven by a shrieking first-timer trying to avoid birds, trees, humans and electrically-charged clouds.
There is no foothold. I almost drop myself ten times a day while holding a broom with both my hands. I don’t have enough hands to hold a cell phone too.
But does he understand? No! Instead, he blames me for ignoring him. Love sucks…
Short Stories | Fish-eye Perspective 