Monday October 6th, 2008

The exercise:

Today's prompt: flying.

Mine:

Feet leave earth, propelling me skyward. My eyes are locked on the stars, I don't look backward. I dodge trees and power lines, feeling awkward.

Birds are jealous, I'm faster than a rocket. I'll keep going until I can put stardust in my pocket.

Through the clouds I continue to climb, higher and higher. Suddenly I'm surrounded by angel fliers. They laugh and play with me - God loves a tryer.