Eli sat down on her porch step, right there in the cold. He didn’t knock again. Instead, he spoke through the wood.
“You’re the flying boy,” she whispered. sky angel 80
He stood up slowly. He sang a silly sea shanty his father taught him, just to keep his legs moving. “ Oh the waves may roar and the mast may crack, but a postman’s feet keep walking back… ” Eli sat down on her porch step, right there in the cold