First Flight, Final Fall

by C.W. Farnsworth

“If you’re doing the same as everyone else, you’re not going to be the best.”

“I’ve never been on a date.” Beck breaks our volley. “What do you think this is?”

“What are you doing?” Beck inquires. I could ask him the same thing. Instead, I reply, “Stargazing,” shifting my eyes back to the sky. There’s a whoosh of air to my left as he drops down beside me in the center circle. “It’s the middle of the day,” he observes. “I like a challenge.”

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