STORIES: Eugene the Flying Machine

Posted on December 12, 2005 by Susan

By the time he was three years old, Eugene Mihalowitz learned he could fly.  Oh he always could, even out of his crib, but he was three before he learned that’s what you called it.  He was eight when he learned to stop telling people he could, because the only bad thing about it was that he could only fly when he was alone so he was the only one who knew he wasn’t a liar.

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2 Responses to STORIES: Eugene the Flying Machine

  1. LDahl says:
    December 19, 2005 at 1:37 am

    This is charming, did you write this little gem?
    Just a few brief words, and I can see him in his onesie hovering around his crib with his arms out.

  2. susan says:
    December 21, 2005 at 6:25 am

    Yes, and I kinda like the concept of it. I think it’s a keeper and will work it into a full story some day. Thanks!

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