![]() ![]() Maybe the time had come for her and Kim to find someplace else in the cosmos to hang out. ![]() Tiring of living in an asylum for the terminally inane, maybe enough finally was enough. Who did this bum think he was trying to rescue Kim?īecky had also cut partially through the tow line attached to the boat just in case she made up her mind to join Sam in plunging to their deaths. Then she could whip out her sharp-edged blade and sever the rest, sending her enemy crashing into a watery grave. Cutting into the seat, back and leg straps she gambled that the harness would hold until they reached cruising altitude. “Aren’t you afraid?” she asked, tugging on Sam’s harness straps she had sliced three quarters of the way through with a new hook knife when the boat was docked in the middle of the night. Leaning into Sam’s shoulder, nuzzling against the pineapple pattern of his faded polyester Hawaiian shirt, Becky patted his hand. So when he ignored Margot she understood he faced a deep dilemma and needed help. Gulls can and do think deep philosophical thoughts – whether humans know it or not. Rooting for this unkempt human to succeed winging it made Margot feel a little human herself. In turn she sensed his mission to one day join her in flight and ride the breeze side by side. Missing her mother terribly, Margot had all the more reason to embrace Sam’s friendship. Turning and banking to the left, Margot flew past the frazzled passenger she didn’t know, a wild woman whose hair reminded Margot of the ratty abandoned nests mother gulls leave behind after sending their growing chicks on their way and into lives of their own. But he ignored her for the first time ever, signaling an issue or problem and not a snub between allies. Gliding past the fully inflated parasail Margot squawked to get Sam’s attention. In the meantime Sam craved anything even close to the hoped-for freedom of what he now called “the trip.” Obsession, training, dreaming and preparation to take off would soon culminate in a one-man maiden flight sans harness, parasail or parachute. Sam had never before parasailed, but the thought of flying in a harness provoked giggles. Good-natured Sam worried Kim might have gone over the edge, that this grating unpredictable personality that called herself Becky might forever control Kim. “I only agreed to parasail when you invited me because I hoped you might come to your senses.” Other than flying in Navy airplanes while in the military, he had never before soared this high, the connection between body and sky filling him with wonder. He looked around excitedly, craning his neck left and right. Kicking stumpy almost hairless bare legs the way he did as a disheveled little kid on a playground swing wearing the same kind of madras patterned Bermuda shorts he wore today, Sam felt his heart thump in his chest. “I’m so afraid,” she said, doing her best to stifle a laugh. Two passengers sitting side-by-side rose like souls ascending into heaven on Judgment Day, lifted above brilliant blue waters of the Gulf of Mexico beneath a billowing nylon canopy.īecky hugged Sam Bennett’s arm like a child clutching a stuffed bear to help keep the monsters away. Sam Bennett’s favorite gull spotted her friend flying high as soon as she drifted toward the beach and saw the speedboat pulling a massive yellow parasail imprinted with a smiley face climbing into the sky. But Margot thought deeper philosophical thoughts than most Florida tourists, residents or the sitting tyrant governor and his airhead wife. Humans reject the notion that gulls like Margot think or feel or do anything but scarf french fries and crap ketchup. All Margo could think to do was spin in circles. ![]()
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