Airborne

Its a flash fiction piece.

If I could fly, I would soar to the very top of trees and mountains. But, I couldn’t stay forever or I would die of suffocation. I would be able to see the world through god’s perspective!

If I could fly, I would be a super hero! You could call me The Fly! And I’m not talking about the movie with young Jeff Goldblum. People would need help and I would answer their calls of distress. Whether it’s a cat stuck in a tree or a highway robbery. I’d be there.

If I could fly, I could go anywhere. Any path, any road, any place I could go with no limits. Nothing could hold me down. No words, no actions could hurt me now. They couldn’t reach me when I’m so high.

If I could fly, maybe I could have saved you. The car crashed into the cold black water, with you in it. My wings would shoot up and dart straight for you. Holding you, embracing you while I could.

If I could fly, my wings would take me into the heavens. I’d fly above the clouds and break through the exosphere. Of course, I’m in space, so I would need a space suit.

To some, it might be foolish to think of a person being able to fly.  I think it’s very possible. My dreams may be high, but you’re the wind beneath my wings.