flapping and flapping.
“CHILD! O—” I blurt out. Holy crap - I just said that out loud?
His lips quirk up in a half grin. “Look how high I can go!”
“ICARUS! GO BACK DOWN RIGHT NOW!” Why isn’t his Dadalus saying anything?
It is I you hold, and who holds you. I spring from it. I am grinning and laughing, too. How could I not?
Guitar, chihuahua, Thailand