fam fiction
Freedom
By Nicole Hefner
One thousand three hundred feathers, sixteen packs of Juicy Fruit and a dozen rolls of single-ply toilet paper: my Aunt Jeannie’s eight-foot wings were a sight to behold. She had all sorts of theories—the fling-thyself-from-the-back-of-a-pickup-truck-and-say-a-little-prayer-to-Jesus being my favorite—but even those didn’t save her. I sometimes wonder why she even bothered with the wings at all, what with gravity the way it was in our little North Carolina town, most days we couldn’t even make it off the porch.