100
Worder The Fledgling
Tania
Sharman
The Goldeneye – Smooth cocktail
made from rum and pineapple juice.
Served with a wedge of pineapple.
Jonathan believed that
he could fly.
He would
often feel himself becoming lighter and lighter, until he was lifted up into
the sky where he would then swoop and soar on the air currents.
“That boy is too much in his head, constantly
daydreaming,” complained his father bitterly.
“Put
your coat on Jonathan, we are going shopping,” said his mother.
They walked to the
street corner, where his mother stopped and chatted to a neighbour. “Come along
Jonathan,” she said, turning to her son. But all that remained were a few feathers
on the pavement where he had once stood.
About the Author
Tania Sharman lives in Chingford in East London. Most of
her time at the moment is spent in the production of a pantomime on behalf of her
Local Theatre Company. This includes lots of designing of artwork, prop making,
and putting together choreography. She has always entertained the idea of being
able to write a story. This is only her second 100 word piece that she has
written and submitted to Café Lit.
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