A 100 chapter of a 1,000 word story. Here’s part one.
He flew just above the ground, his feet barely remembering to brush the surface.
“I tip my hat to nature’s law – I do not pay its tax,” he told her as he bounded through branches too thin to hold him.
He was forever being impossible. He slept too little, he danced too long. He leaped too high, floated for impossible moments against the sky, descended too lightly to the earth.
She asked how he managed to fly in the face of reality.
“The trick is to be above such trivialities as truth,” he said, with a tip of the hat.
To be continued.