The conversation…

She hit the ground with a loud thump.  She lay there a moment and then lifted her head.  “Rats.”

“I’m telling you AGAIN,” he yelled.  Humans cannot FLY.”

“You don’t KNOW THAT,” she said, rolling over.

“Yes.  Yes, I DO know that,” he hissed, pushing at her with the toe of his shoe.

“You said I could do anything.”

“Anything that we are actually CAPABLE OF DOING.”

“You did not clarify that part.”

“I thought you would have figured it out for yourself.  I mean, you don’t see ANYONE ELSE FLYING, do you?”

“If you believe it, you can do it.  That’s what you said.”

“Lies.  People say a lot of things that ARE NOT TRUE to each other and especially to kids.”

“You didn’t tell me that part either,” she groaned.

“Again, I thought you would have FIGURED THAT OUT FOR YOURSELF.”


“Because you’re going to kill yourself one of these days.  You CANNOT fly.  You NEVER will be able to fly, so stop JUMPING off of things, and out of windows.”

“You’re no fun,” she said, frowning at him.  And if EVERYTHING ISN’T POSSIBLE, PEOPLE NEED TO STOP LYING.”

“I agree,” he sighed.  “Is anything broken?”

“Leg,” she said.  “Maybe in two places, maybe not.  Do you have any soup?”

“Soup?” he asked, astounded.  “Why would I have soup?  WHERE would I possibly have soup on MY PERSON, and what good would soup be when you have broken bones?”

“My mother always made soup when I was sick or hurt, so I just thought…”

“You just thought soup would make you better?  Is that what you thought?  Really?”

“You are, without a doubt, the crabbiest and most negative person I HAVE EVER MET IN MY ENTIRE LIFE.”

“Am NOT!”


“I am?”


“i’m sorry,” he whispered.

“You are?”

He nodded.  I wasn’t always the way I am now.”

“Is that another lie?”

“No.  It’s not a lie.”

“What happened to you?”

“I grew up.”

“Is it that bad?” she whispered, her eyes wide.

He nodded.  “Parts of it are.”

“Which parts?”

“The parts that let you know that you can’t fly.”


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9 Responses to The conversation…

  1. Oh this is fabulous, love the ending.

  2. Resa says:

    Funny, yet sobering! Thank you, Gi!

  3. Resa says:

    OH! speaking of flying… If Poison Ivy had a distant cousin in Fairy, Poison Holly (I’ll be trying to draw her tomorrow night, Holly will be my model) would she fly? Or would she twine around things? That sounds more like Ivy. I should look up what holly does when it grows.
    I told Holly she looked like the street art of Poison Ivy, so you know, one thing led to another!

    • I love that. I can’t wait to see it. She’s perfect for your model. She’s one of my favorite characters. I think she would twin around everything, that’s what she does in the comics, she makes things grow and wrap around the bad guys.

      • Resa says:

        I looked up holly, the plant. I want her to be a bit different than Poison Ivy.
        So I learned a lot. Blue Princess Holly can grow up to 15 feet. So, if some guy intimidates, she will just get BIG!
        The Irish say if you hack at holly, it’s bad luck. SO, if you if you hack at our Holly, she will put a curse on you.
        Holly has poison berries, that should be good for something!!!
        Holly leaves prick, but are also used to make many folk medicines. SO, our Holly will be able to heal people as well.
        More later! What do you think so far?

  4. My kind of superhero for sure. She can do anything. I think it’s a great character and it’s just like our sweet Holly…good and she can be evil if the bad guys are hurting others. Perfect. I’m so looking forward to how it will turn out.

  5. Eezna says:

    Absolutely loved it

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