Can human beings fly like birds? Ben thinks so.
“Have you ever flown?” Ben asked Lisa. They were sitting side by side on a high bench, beside the railing, on the rooftop of the six-storey block of flats where they lived as neighbours. Their knees were almost level with the top of the railings, but they had been living there for so long they had no fear. He looked up at the birds in the sky and swung his legs beneath the bench. It was an irritating behavior.
“Once, when I was a baby,” Lisa said, “but that was so long ago, I can’t rem…”
“No, no, no, no, I don’t mean that kind of flying,” Ben cut in, “I mean flying like those,” He pointed up, “Like the birds in the sky.”
“No human being can do that.”
“I’m sure that was what people said before the first plane was invented.”
“Maybe, if we had wings…”
“Think of it like this,” he said swinging his legs faster, “we are only limited by our thoughts. What if we could get over that barrier?”
“Well, I’m thinking I should be getting home,” she said, standing up and smoothing her skirt.
He stood up too, but only so he could push the bench closer to the railing.
“What are you doing?” Lisa’s mouth was a small “o”.
“Lisa baby,” he said, grinning, “I’m going to fly.”
“Mind power Lisa, mind power.”
“This isn’t going to work. Please, don’t try it.”
“Just watch me,” he said, and carefully got up on the bench. He stood still, facing the wind, closed his eyes and took deep breaths while flapping his arms up and down.
Lisa, didn’t stay to watch. She ran down the stairs and hoped that she would be able to come back up on time with help.
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