#VisDare 51: Carefree #WritersWednesday

 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.