First Flight by Bobby Warner

Folks called her Old Witch, and she was Timmy’s friend. He went to see her one day and she took him to a meadow.

“Would you like to fly?” she asked.

“Sure!” said Timmy.

“Then close your eyes and take off!”

He closed his eyes, she touched his forehead, and he seemed to grow light as a feather. In his mind’s eye he could see the meadow drop away, and the clouds grow near.

“Did I really fly?” he asked when he opened his eyes.

“Who’s to say?” she answered. “My eyes were shut, too. But I’m sure you did.”

8 thoughts on “First Flight by Bobby Warner

  1. Hi, I love this story and would like your permission to post it in my writing and e-publishing blog at: I could not find any contact info for the author, so I am posting my request here, hoping for a positive response. Thanks.

    1. Thanks for your interest, Solveig. I’ve forwarded your request to Bobby, the author, and will let you know what he says. I appreciate your input, and your following us here at Friday Flash Fiction. — Russell C.

    2. Still no reply from the author, I’m afraid, Solveig. I’m reluctant to have his work posted elsewhere without his consent. However, I’ll let you know if I hear from him. Thanks for your interest. — Russell

    1. My pleasure. I still have not heard back from the author, but will let you know if he responds. We have lots of stories here on the blog, along with our website at ( and our Friday Flash Fiction group. Thanks for your interest. — Russell

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