The Boy Who Could Fly Page #5

Hey, you kids, hold it right there.

Hold it. Wait.

lt's okay, little girl.

Eric?

Milly! Dan, over here.

Milly.

Can you really fly, Eric?

Milly!

No!

You did it!

Look up there!

One....

Get out of the way!

Hey, Gibb!

Milly!

Mom!

-What is it? Explain it.

-Look!

Hi, Geneva!

They're flying! This is great!

Go tell your mom!

Oh, my God! You look great!

This is fantastic!

l don't believe it. You look fantastic!

Uncle Hugo, my sister can fly!

That's good, Louis.

See, l told you.

Mom!

Hi, Geneva.

Hey, Lou.

Eric?

Good...

bye...

Milly.

l...

love...

you.

Eric?

That night l found out why Eric flew away.

Our house was crawling with people

who wanted to see Eric Gibb...

the boy who could fly.

There were scientists and doctors

and TV reporters.

Full color T-shirts of Eric Gibb,

the flying boy.

When they couldn't find Eric,

they did tests on me...

because l flew with him.

They did tests on Uncle Hugo, too...

because he was a relative

and had the same genes.

Then they took everything out of his room

and sent it to some laboratory.

l guess Eric was afraid

they'd do the same to him.

The children,

in an adolescent sexual frenzy...

somehow mesmerized the crowd....

Everyone had a theory

on how Eric was able to fly.

But there was one l liked the best.

Eric always dreamed of flying,

so maybe if you wish hard enough...

and love long enough, anything's possible.

Mrs. Sherman was right.

Eric made us believe

that anything is possible if you really try.

Uncle Hugo stopped drinking.

He even went out and got a job.

Max got better.

He was weak and sore and broken up.

But he was going to be okay.

Mom locked herself in a room for a day

and figured out that computer.

And then there was Louis.

There was no stopping him.

You stay here, Max. l got to do this alone.

-Sonny, it's Michaelson!

-Get him!

-All right!

-We got him!

So you thought

you could get around the block?

Go ahead. Make my day.

l'm supposed to be real scared

of a water pistol?

Ain't no water in this gun.

So what's in it?

Piss.

Sh*t!

Hitler! Sic him!

Way to go, Max!

All right!

Mom, Milly! We did it!

lt's been a while since we flew,

and Eric hasn't come back.

But somehow he's still

a big part of our lives.

He made us believe in ourselves again.

Now when l feel like giving up,

not trying...

all l have to do is think about him

and what he taught me.

l was telling Geneva just the other day...

we're all special.

We're all a little like Eric.

Maybe we can't soar up into the clouds...

but somewhere...

deep inside...

we can all fly.

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