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Fly

Sean MacKendrick

    She takes another step closer to the edge. Then a half-step more.
    “Are you sure it’s safe?” Her voice is shaky and weak.
    “Of course it is, Danny.” Idiot.
    She peers over the edge to the concrete four stories below. Oh, it would be so easy just to push her off. It would look like an accident. Just one little push. But that would take the fun out of it. “Just do it like I told you.”
    She steps back and looks up at me, her brown eyes wide. She looks like she might start crying any minute, but the look she gives me is clear. She trusts me.
    “What if Mom and Dad get mad?” she asks in a trembling voice. She steps back another step. Damn it! Don’t back away!
    “We won’t tell them.” I think I keep my voice pretty soothing, considering all I want to do is scream at her.
    She just looks at me, wanting to believe. Believing in her ten-year old brother, so much older and smarter than she is.
    “Remember what I told you? Hold out your arms like a bird and lift with your mind.” I show her by holding out my arms.
    She looks doubtful, stares at the edge. Takes another fraction of a step forward.
    “Hey, I’ll go teach someone else to fly if you don’t believe in me.”
    Her eyes get watery. She’s afraid of stepping off, but more afraid of disappointing me.
    She barely whispers, “I believe you.” Idiot. So gullible. She holds her arms out rigid and takes a step out.
    A scream. I close my eyes, unable to watch after all, only able to laugh.
    “It worked, it worked!” she shrieks. I open my eyes. She stands on nothing, floating a foot out from the ledge, four stories up. What the hell?
    Laughing, she rises into the air, arms out and spinning in a slow corkscrew as she floats upward.
    I run and jump over the edge with my arms out, lifting with my mind.
    The concrete rushes up to kill me.

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