Fantasy Airport, a short story by Gerard Roman
Little Kiddoe awakens to another warm, sunny Saturday morning in the South Bronx. After a quick breakfast of Cheerios and milk, it’s time for little Kiddoe to leave for his spot across the street that only a kid of seven could imagine being an airport, about to pilot TWA flight 134, to Fantasy Land, USA.
After little Kiddoe completes his pre-flight checks, he radios the control tower requesting permission to taxi down the runway and prepare for take-off. Permission is granted and little Kiddoe puts on the “fasten seatbelts”sign, (the seats were about 4 or 5 milk crates that little Kiddoe was able to obtain right there on the slopes of the highway located just across the street from where he lived.
Alone, but yet not alone, little Kiddoe began to taxi toward the runway. Little Kiddoe has had a passion for airplanes ever since he could
remember and flying them gave little Kiddoe a sense of power that was just too pleasurable not to enjoy every Saturday and Sunday morning while it was still summer.
Up, up and away, the fantasy was real enough now. Real enough to envision the glittering across the vast blue of water before this very experienced, 7-year-old pilot. Some Saturdays he would even fly with a co-pilot, his Cousin Miguel, who at 5 also enjoyed flying.
An hour into the flight and suddenly storm clouds began to gather. Little Kiddoe did his best flying during adverse weather conditions. The thunder and lightning just added to the thrill of the moment. The old crate was able once again to weather the storm and little Kiddoe
added yet another perfect landing to his repertoire.
My, who would think that flying would make anyone so hungry? Time to go home and see what mom has cooking for lunch.
Until next Saturday….
Little Kiddoe awakens to another warm, sunny Saturday morning in the South Bronx. After a quick breakfast of Cheerios and milk, it’s time for little Kiddoe to leave for his spot across the street that only a kid of seven could imagine being an airport, about to pilot TWA flight 134, to Fantasy Land, USA.
After little Kiddoe completes his pre-flight checks, he radios the control tower requesting permission to taxi down the runway and prepare for take-off. Permission is granted and little Kiddoe puts on the “fasten seatbelts”sign, (the seats were about 4 or 5 milk crates that little Kiddoe was able to obtain right there on the slopes of the highway located just across the street from where he lived.
Alone, but yet not alone, little Kiddoe began to taxi toward the runway. Little Kiddoe has had a passion for airplanes ever since he could
remember and flying them gave little Kiddoe a sense of power that was just too pleasurable not to enjoy every Saturday and Sunday morning while it was still summer.
Up, up and away, the fantasy was real enough now. Real enough to envision the glittering across the vast blue of water before this very experienced, 7-year-old pilot. Some Saturdays he would even fly with a co-pilot, his Cousin Miguel, who at 5 also enjoyed flying.
An hour into the flight and suddenly storm clouds began to gather. Little Kiddoe did his best flying during adverse weather conditions. The thunder and lightning just added to the thrill of the moment. The old crate was able once again to weather the storm and little Kiddoe
added yet another perfect landing to his repertoire.
My, who would think that flying would make anyone so hungry? Time to go home and see what mom has cooking for lunch.
Until next Saturday….