It was a cold day, the small airfield was deserted. We talked about our trip, our flight to freedom and safety.
Your smile – the Marilyn smile as we used to say – was all over the landscape, our craft, the long landing strip… and the old bike, near the shed, in the corner.
We had ten more minutes to wait and the aircraft would be ready. You took the bike and said: “I too can do acrobatics!” And you did, and how beautiful you were, letting me forget the reasons for our escape.
You did several tricks, feet on the frame, feet on the bar, your hair flying in the light wind. Then we had to go. Turning the page of our life there, and flying off to a new world.
Of Glass & Paper 
Lovely as always x
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Beautiful!
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Wonderful piece of writing. Such sadness running throughout.
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Great entry. I can feel the building exhilaration of their impending departure — but to what adventure? 🙂
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Good. Golly. YES. Gorgeous. Moving! T.
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Wonderful story – wish I could see the ending, but sometimes a little mystery is a good thing; you can write your own happy ending 🙂
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Delightful piece! Looking forward to reading more during the #atozchallenge 🙂
Jemima
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Wonderfully written, very heartwarming!
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Surprisingly moving, and very warm, laced with optimism. Excellent piece!
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