The Park, Saturday morning
Johnny stayed up late last night watching his dvd from Isabel, Savannah curled up against his side. But he woke up this morning feeling restless. Pulling on his firesuit, Johnny headed out and once outside, he shouted, "Flame on!" And he took off, flying high and flying low, and flying all around the damn place.
...it was what he did when he was feeling bored, impatient. It would be so much more awesome did he have something to torch. Birds were out of the question. Actually any small living thing was out of the question. Ew.
But Johnny flew, and he just kept on flying.
[the park is an open thing.]
...it was what he did when he was feeling bored, impatient. It would be so much more awesome did he have something to torch. Birds were out of the question. Actually any small living thing was out of the question. Ew.
But Johnny flew, and he just kept on flying.
[the park is an open thing.]