The
Flight
"Do
you trust me?" he said, holding out
his hand.
"Isn't
that a line from 'Aladdin'?"
"Just
answer the question."
I looked at him...trying to
decide. His eyes were so blue they nearly pierced the soul, his hair
like spun gold. Taking in the big picture, I saw all his beauty and
his...WINGS?!?!?!?!
"Well?"
he asked.
I thought for a moment longer,
looking again at his wings. They
look so fragile, sparkling in the moonlight like thousands of diamonds.
He seems so confident, I wonder what he's planning. I've trusted
him before, so tonight shouldn't be any different.
As if he read my mind,
he leaned forward and took my hands in his. Goddess,
I never realized his grip was this strong.
"Put
your hands on my shoulders," he said, loosening
his grasp.
As I put my hands in place,
his arms wrap abound my waise lifting me slightly.
"Hold
on." This said, he shot sraight up.
As the wind rushed past me, my arms tightened about him.
"We're
f-flying!!!"
He looked at me, smiled, and
said, "Relax, you trust me."
OK, yeah, I trust him.
I trust him with my life, but we're FLYING.
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