The Paper Glider                  

The dark of evening approached quickly. Laughter filled the dimly lighted

hallway, and the three companions ambled into the city street, arm in arm. The

dark outline of a small boy appeared suddenly in the second story window,

reminiscent of an old fashioned framed silhouette. He struggled to lift the

window, and then he propped it open with an umbrella. For a moment, the boy

seemed to have vanished into the room's glow, but then he returned. He leaned

far too far out the window and lifted his arm above and behind his head. He

tossed the paper glider with confidence, and it seemed to fly forever. The three

companions cheered, stumbling over each other as they tried to catch the boy's

airplane in mid air. The tallest man made the greatest effort to retrieve it, and he

succeeded. He gently unfolded the carefully crafted missile, and read, smiling,

"Good night, Daddy." 

Story and Art Copyright 2000 BAC