Friday Fictioneers: Would You Like To Fly?

Copyright-Dawn Q. Landau

I know I am crazy. Ask the doctor’s. But I hear a voice from the top of the stairs:

“I am your conscience. The door to your darkest fear. I am the spirit. The answer you hope to find.”

I have many dark fears. Which one I ask myself.

“Would you like to fly?”

That flying fear! Ok, got that. I’ve always had that. What else?

“If you would like to climb, you will find the stairway leads to you.”

But what if I don’t want to climb you? Will ¬†all my fears be gone?

“Would you like to fly?”