Fiction

To film a particular scene in the movie Vanilla Sky the producers had to enlist the help of The New York Police Department to keep Times Square vacant for approximately 1 hour. It was a big deal coordinating solitude in the city that never sleeps. However, you would never have that problem here. This part of town is vacant.

My socks are old and the elastic has loosened. They hang over my shoes and the sweat from my legs runs straight down to the soles of my feet. In the toes the moisture fills, it makes me want to air them out, to change socks every lesson, but there isn’t time for that. Instead I block it out of my mind and keep chasing tennis balls.

Billy’s tall tale was the only tall thing about him. Standing more than 6 inches shorter then the already shortest girl in his class Billy was the smallest kid in town by a long shot. At 10 years old he looked more like he was 8,

It was the first time she slept through the night in 62 attempts. She was home, back in her own bed, her own house, with her husband now responsible solely for her care. She had lost 15 pounds but felt good; however the chase was on, she knew she was home to die.

My first time flying was much like you would expect. I took flight, felt the exhilaration and joy for a brief moment then crashed. I got up, brushed myself off and returned to steady ground. It was months before I would try again. But the second time was better, the landing not as severe. Soon I had learned how to handle myself in the sky. The exhilaration increased while the minor scrapes and bruises healed.