JIM’S FLIGHT ON A COLD NIGHT

– October 23, 2009Posted in: poetry

Jim was at the edge of the cliff.  He felt dizzy.  He had felt this way since he got up.  Anthony pushed him, and instead of falling, Jim started to fly.  It was a cold winter evening, the kind where Jim's mother would put extra blankets on his bed.  He thought about the tremendous fish he caught when he was a kid, the summer after one of those extra-blanketed winters.

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