Wings

wingsShe lives in a stark house on flat prairie. No furniture. Her biplane is parked nearby. I don’t think she has a self-preservation gene. I went up with her. At night. I don’t fly, or I didn’t until she got up on the top wing where she has this stanchion thing. That left me to guide the plane. She’s a wingwalker.

“It’s not you,” I said later. “It’s me. I’m a wuss.”

“Yeah, I kind of saw that,” she said. Then she stripped and jumped into the big pile of brome hay. “Come on. It’s tame, but it’s a start.”

 

Guinotte Wise lives on a farm in Resume Speed, Kansas. His short story collection (Night Train, Cold Beer) won publication by a university press and not much acclaim. www.wisesculpture.com/blog

Photo Credit: Paul

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