Flight by Raymond Trainor (reading well TXT) 📖

like to turn away business, but there is the Greyhound down the street. Just might be they got one that gets you there in time.”
We ran out the door and toward a vertical sign that read, Greyhound. While we ran, I prayed to whom ever might be listening.

The Greyhound got us into Kansas City on time and we boarded the Main Street trolley just like we planned. When we arrived at my door, Mom gasped and breathed a sigh of relief. “Oh, thank God. I been worried sick all day.”
I nodded and smiled. The “Thank God” comment just seemed to fit.
She focused on my eyes. “Did everything go okay?”
“Oh, sure. Just like we figured. Easier than eating a piece of cake.” Well, I thought, it wasn’t really a black lie, just. . . kind of a white one.

I lay in bed and Frank flopped on the floor in my old sleeping bag.
“I don’t think I’ll ever do that again,” Frank mumbled.
I thought of the scary flight, the lost knapsack, the stolen money, and the other troubles and sighed. “I guess it all ended okay, but I’m with you. This adventure stuff has a bad side to it.”
I fell asleep quickly, exhausted from my first shaky steps into manhood.

The End


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Publication Date: 03-16-2010

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