A Halo Above Her Head
Simon always dreamed of flying. Now he is forced to grapple with the dire consequences of his experimental dreams.
Author’s note: This is my round 1 submission for the NYC Midnight Short Story Challenge 2021 competition.
Simon raised his arms toward the sky, and gazing at the fluffy white clouds sprinkling the bright blue background, he felt his feet lift off of the pavement below.
He floated up, above the masses as they scurried along the sidewalk, passing the windows of the second, third, and fourth floors of buildings that lined the street.
“I’m flying,” he cried, his chest bursting with joy.
Seconds later the world began to swirl with vertiginous speed.
And just like that, the dream was over.
Simon propped himself up on his elbows fumbled for the bedside lamp. Then he opened his dream journal, clicked his ballpoint pen open, and jotted down a few notes:
3:34 a.m. Flew down the street of a small town. Was lucid for about 4/5 seconds before the world spun apart.
“Did you make the appointment?”
“Yes, mother, I’m going to see Dr. Graham tomorrow,” Simon sighed, fumbling with the piece of paper that held…
