Saturday, April 7, 2012

Flight - 4 Lines Of Prose - DWP From 4/6/12

The doorbell rang and young Jared Frink ran as fast as his little legs would carry him and opened the door wide.

“Hi Grandma!” he said as he hugged Margaret Frink around the knees.

Margaret looked down at her young grandson taking notice of his Superman Underoos and accompanying red cape. She smiled.

“What’s this you have on Jared? Are you a superhero?”

Jared nodded. “Yup,  Suppe Man!” He held his arms up high above his head and made a swooshing noise.

“Oh!” Margaret said delighted. “Have you been practicing your flying today?”

Jared nodded. “Yeah.” Then he cast his eyes down to the floor.

Margaret placed a finger under his chin and raised his head so she could get a good look at him.

“I’m not very good a flying, Grandma.” Then all of a sudden his face brightened and he smiled showing his lack of incisors for the first time. “But I’m really good at crashing!” Jared put his arms high above his head, turned and used his super powers to zoom through the living room and up the stairs.

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