..to knot all the
blankets and
bedsheets together. She quickly got to work tearing the covers from the bed, whereupon she noticed something
sparkling from under the bed. Moving down on her hands and knees for a closer look, she saw a complex
bramble of
wires and
gleaming pipes. Tugging this out, it was revealed to be the
jet-pack that she had
mail ordered many years ago and completely forgotten. Quickly
strapping herself into this, she pressed the
ignition and it began to
hum. Carefully
edging out onto the
window sill, she turned the jet-pack to full power and
burst from the
building into the
sky.
Weaving and
diving among
spires pointing sunwards, below the soft rolling
clouds she felt a lightness enter her
heart. Now fixing in a northwards direction, the complex tangles of the
city slowly gave way to smooth dotted greens of the
country. Skimming over the small
hills and tree-tops she finally slowed down approaching a small
cottage with a smoking chimney. Landing and proceeding to store the jet-pack in a
bush for
safe keeping, she
tidied up and knocked on the door. After several moments the door opened..