Beep. Beep. Beep. I hear a sound. Where am I? Drip. Drip. Drip. Is it even possible to hear a water drop? Why is it so quiet in here—except for that beeping sound from an unfamiliar instrument of course. I open my eyes. My vision fails me and it blurs the scene. I realize I am not wearing my eyeglasses. I try my best to look at the scene where there is a white ceiling above and a big unlit light bulb. It’s dim with only the moonlight glistening. The unfamiliar instrument has a screen where there is a green pixilated line that goes up and down and beeps at each peak. There are also numbers that tells you the temperature, blood pressure, etc. I notice the IV line on my right hand, following it with my eyes and looking at the tube up until I reach to see a bottle with a little cylinder filled with half fluid in between. I think sugar water drops from it. I am in a hospital. I turn my head to look for someone. There is none.
“Ma? Pa?” I call with a hoarse whisper. There is no response, my heart sinks. Where are they? I close my tiring eyes. I try to remember the scene. I cannot believe that I got hit by a car. I am pretty sure the stoplight was red.
“The light was red, wasn’t it?” I keep telling myself. Stupid. Good thing I didn’t…you know, die from that car accident. Beep. Beep. Beep. The instrument says again, filling my moments of silence.
“Who are ya talkin’ to?” An unfamiliar voice with a weird accent comes from nowhere.
I open my eyes and automatically look by the window. I see a white chubby pigeon with brown highlights on its wings. It feels like its staring at me. It wasn’t there before when I woke up. Beep. Beep. Beep. The instrument says again, now filling for my moment of silence with the pigeon. I look around and saw no one. When I turn back to face the dove, it still stares at me, eyes open wide.
“Do you know who spoke Mr. Dove?” I tilt my head slightly. The dove mirrors my action and does the same.
“I certainly do Miss, it is I, Columbus,” he says with the same voice and same weird accent as earlier. “Unless, I don’t know me self.” He flaps his wings slightly.
My mouth falls open and I cannot speak for a while. This is so unbelievable! There is a pigeon talking right in front of me. Here. Right in front of me!
“Dun be scared, Miss. I won’t do anything. Especially you’re in that situation.” He points at me with the use of a feather in his wings.
“Why are you here?” I ask, more calmly than I expect I would.
“Well, you look so lonely in this silly empty room. I thought you might want some company.”
“Oh…well I am kind of feeling lonely,” I say. My nervousness and tenseness leaves me. I meet an unexpected friend. And I don’t care if it’s a dove. A bulb lighted animatedly in my mind. I have the silliest idea. Right at that moment, I knew this is a chance for me to ask a question.
“Mr. Columbus, how does it feel like flying?”
“Well, I’d say ‘tis very neat but very tiring,” he says.
“But you don’t seem very tired, whenever I watch birds like you every morning.”
“I’d say flying is very tiring indeed. Dear Gabriel even said so.” I giggled at his last word, I know he meant ‘so’ but what I was hearing was ‘soar’. The dove just stares at me. I stop my giggling.
“Gabriel?” I ask, continuing the talk.
“Gabriel, the angel?” He answers as-a-matter-of-factly and raises an invisible eyebrow at me. Mr. Columbus talks animatedly, raising a wing every now and then. “Sometimes, he flies around with us,” he says as he flaps his wings again. “You wanna try flyin’, Miss?”
He’s using of the word ‘Miss’ kind of makes me uneasy. “Just call me Abby Anne,” I tell him.
“Well Abby, ‘tis a rare…”
“Abby Anne,” I correct him.
“Well Abby Anne, ‘tis a rare opportunity am giving you.” It brightens my mood. I was just about to ask this favor next. Will I really get the chance to fly? I ask myself. But how? “You have to leave ‘tis place if you want to fly though,” he adds.
I pause and think for a while. Should I leave? I’m worried about Ma and Pa. I don’t want to leave them behind. Are they going to look for me when they find out I’m gone?
“You don’t want to fly?” He hoists his wings, ready to fly away. What? No! Wait! I think I bored him to death when I am taking this long to decide.
“I want to fly!” I tell Mr. Columbus. There I’ve decided. Who am I leaving? No one is inside the room with me anyway.
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Flight
RandomSynopsis: Abby Anne, a girl who dreams of being able to fly since she was young. Her dream came true but the story did not end there. Continue reading and have a glimpse of her flight. Author's Note: I got inspired to write this when I actually saw...
