Fifty, sixty, seventy miles an hour, the ground zooms by as I soar through the clouds. Finally I had overcome my hatred of heights.
I met him at a bar, “I can grant you your greatest desire”. Cheesy, but it sure beat “your place or mine”!
Five mojitos later his offer had started to sound plausible. After two shots I was hooked.
He had made his offer again over the noise of the bass and chatter, any power I wanted in return for one selfless act of kindness.
My alcohol muddled mind had run through all the possibilities, speed, strength, mind control, X-Ray vision…so many that my head had started to ache.
Ironic then, as I pick up speed, that I chose invisibility. Flight would have come in handy as I plummet towards the ground. My parachute refusing to open on my first charity jump…my one selfless act of kindness.