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Thursday, November 20, 2003

   Wings
Mark (now Sir Mark d’Martin) was preparing for his round in the tournament when he heard a knock on his door. “Come in,” he called over his shoulder.

Jack stepped into the room. “I came to wish you luck,” he said. “And,” his eyes sparkled, “to tell you I have a new idea about my wings.”

Mark turned to face him. “You’re still trying to fly,” he said, a half smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “You’re never going to give up, are you?”

“Not until I’ve found a way to do it,” Jack replied. “You know, I’ve been studying the anatomy of bat wings and—”

“—and we both have a tournament we have to get to some time today,” Mark interrupted with a grin. “You can tell me all about it afterwards.”

Jack grinned too; they both knew he had a tendency to get carried away when he was talking about one of his ideas. “If I can wait that long,” he replied jokingly. Then sobering somewhat, he took a deep breath and said, “Well . . . good luck then.” He gave Mark a mock-salute.

“You too,” Mark replied, returning the salute with a wry smile.

Jack let the breath out in a rush of laughter, and shaking his head, left the room to get ready.

As Mark listened to Jack’s retreating footsteps, his father’s words came drifting through his mind. Mark could almost hear the rough voice saying, “If the good Lord wanted us to swim, he’d have given us fins; if he’d wanted us to fly, he’d have given us wings.” But Jack could swim; he’d already proven that. Who knew? Maybe, one day, Jack really would fly. On the other hand, maybe it was nothing more than a Midsummer knight’s dream.

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And believe it or not, that’s the end. I actually though of that ending a long time ago and thought that it would be fun to make a story to go with it . . . and this is the result. I tried to keep it sort of light and cliché so I wouldn’t become attached to the characters too much . . . but it didn’t really work. I like those guys!! They’re really easy to write about; I didn’t have a clue what I wanted their characters to be like, and they just sort of wrote themselves. n_n Now this is where you can all throw rotten tomatoes (or rocks o_O) at me for ending it all with a horrible pun!! Sorry!! n_n;;;;;;;


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