She shook with fear,but manged to tuck her tiny,ragged teddy bear into her left coat pocket.
Kirsten walked along the wet grass,and nearly fainted a few times.
But there it was..waiting for her,it's huge,red bubble and the whooshing flames.
She climbed,falteringly,into the basket and sat,with her hand glasped around her bear.
Praying,and closing her eyes..they soared..the wet grass a distant memory as the sun had risen above the clouds that she was now,herself,rising through..she wanted to be like Icarus..but didn't want to burn her wings..