Magical Flight

FICTION BY STEPHEN F.

I was walking through a forest. I kept walking until I didn’t feel ground. I looked down and I saw that I was ten feet off the ground.

Then I heard a language that I never heard of before. I heard flapping behind me. I looked and I had wings.

I flew all the way to England, where I met Pete. We were friends for a long time. He told me the speaking that I had heard was him. He was sad when I had to leave. I told him that I would visit him some other time.

I have seen him lots of times. I never forget him. I am glad at him all ways. He is a good friend and I have to say goodbye.