Ampersand

The flying woman didn’t fly above the clouds. ”It’s cold up there,” she’d say, ”and there’s not enough air.” She skimmed the roofs and treetops. Her legs dangled behind her, and she wore her wheelchair strapped to her back. ”It’s hard work,” she’d say. ”It takes focus.” But she needed to fly every day. Otherwise, she had trouble falling asleep.

”The Flying Woman”, Meghan McCarron.

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