Anna In The After Life #5: Flying High To The Stars

by
Charles McCarthy

Anna soared above the ground giggling as people and horses and other things flew by below her. She had always wondered what it would be like to be able to fly like that guy in Greatest American Hero, and now she knew. The air felt delicious as it rushed over her body, bringing back the tingling sensation and making her fly higher. She would be in Cali-forni-uh in no time at all.

She was very high above the ground now, and she could hardly see anything at all with all the clouds and all. She could be anywhere. She might even be over Texas. She remembered James.

Wait! How would she know when she was above Cali-forni-uh? She might over shoot it and wind up in Japan or even farther away, Oregon.

Then an even greater fear struck her. How was she supposed to get down? The big black stranger had taught her how to fly, but he hadn't told her how not to fly. How was she supposed to get down?

"What'm I supposed to do now?" she said out loud, "Maybe I can just say I don't want to fly."

As soon as these words came from her mouth, she began to plummet towards the earth.

"Dang! That worked!" Anna shouted to no one in particular, as she fell to earth like a stone.

Luckily she had made it to LA, and more importantly, to Hollywood. The ground rushed up at her and she saw stars.

"Dang!"

Again, luck was with her, and hitting the ground didn't hurt at all. She fell on her butt and bounced once before coming to a full stop and looking around. Cars crept by her slower than the few dirty bums, hipsters, and Scientologists that were walking by on the sidewalk.

Anna stood up and looked down. She saw that she was standing on a star. Then a giggle came from behind her. She turned to look and couldn't hardly believe her eyes.