“Are you sure this is ok?”
“Sure we’re sure.” Mike assured.
“Would we risk your life like this if we weren’t?” Michael asked.
“Yes, yes you would.” Shirley answered.
“Maybe, but all for the sake of science and glory!” Mike exclaimed as he applied more duck tape.
The three boys, ages 10, 11, and 12 respectively, known collectively as “The…”, only because the three couldn’t come to an agreement on a name (“Yet”, Michael would be quick to add) were young entrepreneurs looking to make their fortune in aviation. They were hoping to retire early and live on an island you see, and the best way for them to accomplish that was to invent a new form of transportation. Unfortunately, none had the funds to support a proper jet pack investigation, so they settled on attachable wings instead.
“But I don’t think—” Shirley started.
“We’re not paying you to think.”
“You aren’t paying me at all!”
“Hold still,” Michael adjusted the right wing, made from some random cardboard pieces and the occasional streamer. For looks.
“Ok!” Mike took two steps back to admire his work. “I think we’re ready.”
“I’m not,” Shirley looked below. The trio stood atop a small drop off near the edge of town. The fall was only a few dozen yards really….
“Oh come on,” Michael shoved him playfully. “You volunteered, remember? Think of all that publicity you’re gonna get!”
“For dying?” Shirley panicked.
“There is absolutely no way you could die from this height.” Mike chided. “We figured it.”
“Of course.” Michael dusted Shirley’s shoulders. “Now off you go.”
Tenderly, Shirley inched his way to the edge of the cliff and took one last, long look ever. “If I die,” He said, looking back. “I’m coming back and haunting you.”
“Yeah, ok, now get on with it already!” Mike said. Michael folded his arms. Both were ready to see some action.
Shirley breathed in and out, spread his arms just like Mike and Michael had shown him, and jumped. He had a strong, overwhelming sensation of falling.
F A L L I N G
F A L L I N G
F A L L I N G
Mike and Michael heard a loud THUMP! below. Glancing at each other, they quickly ran down the hill. At the very very bottom they found a pile of rubble, smoking slightly. Where the smoke came from, neither to this day could guess. They heard a low moan and rushed forward, piling a bit away here and a bit away there until they unveiled their friend.
Dazed and confused, Shirley focused his eyes on the two figures standing above him. “Am I dead?”
“I don’t think so.” Michael said.
“Oh… Let’s never do that again.” He croaked.
“Only if you don’t tell your mom.” Mike piped up. Michael elbowed him and shook his head.
Pulling their relatively uninjured friend from the crash site, the three left their invention where it lay and walked home peacefully, already discussing plans for the next weekend.