Dreaming Of FlyingDreaming Of Flying3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The slam of the door echoed around us, a sharp bang that sent birds screeching out of the trees. I watched sullenly as the only living beings for miles left us alone in the deserted cement clearing, a sense of dread rising as quickly as the birds that had fled. A hard pound on the back by a hand shaped rock tilted me forward off my feet, stumbling as the youthful laughter carried on the empty space around us.
"C'mon, Mikey, you aren't getting cold feet yet, are you?" the carefree voice asked, although the simple question wasn't anything less then a prodding taunt, "Where's your sense of fun?"
"Back home," I quipped back, reluctantly hoisting my towel over my destined-to-be-sunburnt shoulder. The rough material scratched along sensitive skin like sandpaper, it was worn out like a dog after fifteen long years of companionship but I'd never give it up. It was my first and only Captain Astro towel, given as a Christmas present from my Uncle Vic back in the days of crayons and glue sticks,