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I don't want to fly

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By Antoinette L BreyPublished about a year ago 3 min read
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I don't want to fly
Photo by María Noel Rabuñal Cantero on Unsplash

All the passengers were seated , accept one little girl. She was crying "I don't want to fly, she muttered in between her sobs. " Birds fly, and they appear dead on our lawn." Her mother tried to comfort her , brushing her hair. The flight steward appeared next to the two , "I got a present for you" she said to the little girl. She held out a pink stuffed seagull. " Ths stuffed animal has protected me many times in flight" The mother looked unsure about taking the gift, but the little girl smiled, stopped crying, and reached for the toy. The mother thanked the stewardess. The cabin was soon silent. The stewardess demonstrated about the oxygen and the floatable pillow, and then the plane took flight.

The little girl soon fell asleep. She was flying, yes she was really flying, in her dreams her stuffed animal was taking her flying among the clouds. She sat on the wing of the plane. The air was cold but her stuffed animal was protecting her. She stretched her arms out and floated along side the plane. She swooped down, observing the sea beneath them. She felt a big bump, and awoke back in her chair on the plane. Her skin was cold, and her hair was in mats. She wanted to fly more. She asked her mother, how long she had been gone. Her mother looked confused. " You didn't go anywhere, you've been sitting here sleeping," The little girl went to argue back, but her mother continued. " Did you have a good dream? Her mother reached into her purse, and grabbed her brush. "what did you do to your hair?" She brushed the mats out of her daughter's hair. The little girl said nothing. It was just one more time that she couldn't effectively communicate with her mother. She gazed out her window. She wanted to feel the cool wind swishing by her. Her imagination was far better than the movie they had switched on. Everybody was laughing. Her mother had ordered her a diet coke, and was sipping on some cocktail. The little girl wanted to hide. Hopefully her mother would not start singing, a prevalent activity when she got drunk. The little girl hugged her cold wet stuffed animal, and tried to forget the absurdity of her life.

Suddenly the movie was off , and the lights were flickering. Everybody was told to put their trays up, and put their seatbelts on. The little girls mother immediately started fussing over her. Which irritated the girl more than the shutdown of electricity. She closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep. She heard her mother fussing, but blocked her and the airplane hassle out. Soon she was floating outside the airplane again. She saw a huge long wire around the wing. It had not been there earlier. She prayed that it was not electrically charged, but grabbed it and pulled. She prayed , that she would not make the situation worse. All she could do was pray and pull.

Suddenly the plane jumped. The lights in the plane were returning as she opened her eyes. At her feet she saw a piece of the wire. She smiled.

Her mother started fussing over her matted hair again. Minutes later the trays were allowed to be lowered again. The stewardesses passed out sandwiches to all the passengers. When she got to the little girls seat she nonchalantly picked up the wire, and placed it in the trash.

The little girl did not want the flight to end. When it was time to leave, and people were getting off the plane , she was actually wining. "I don't want to leave the plane, I want to fly". And to make it worse, her mother returned the pink stuffed animal to the stewardess. The little girl knew she would never experience that again, once she surrendered the pink animal. The stewardess read her mind "When you are my age you can be a pilot". The little girl smiled

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About the Creator

Antoinette L Brey

I am an elder in a time of freedom. I am now retired. All i want to do is have fun. Without a daily routine, my imagination is one of my only salvations. I am not planning on writing a book, it is just for my own pleasure

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  • Mariann Carrollabout a year ago

    This is so beautiful, thanks for sharing 🕊

  • Testabout a year ago

    We enjoyed your story. Charming - Anneliese

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