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Illustration by Katya Bozukova
He caught up with me by the swings, long legs taking him across the distance in half the time mine did. But instead of teasing me further, he let me sit down and then gave me a push. ‘Higher,’ I said, and he obliged. It was then that I realised I could get away with just about anything today. ‘Higher,’ I said, and the sky came closer, and closer. ‘Higher!’ Until the swing could not go any further and Jimmy couldn’t push me if he tried. The sky and the earth took turns to see me, and every time I started to drop, I savoured the wind in my hair, the way my stomach would tighten up. I was supposed to pump my legs to get the swing going, but I didn’t have to now. I didn’t have to do anything.
I might fly, I thought…
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