fam fiction
Gravity
By Edward Champion
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The reincarnation had served his time with these bozos for six summers too many. His three masters were growing up: the two knobby-kneed loafers, backs flat to the knoll; the oldest repeatedly throwing him to the gales, where he was then forced to hail a hale disposition to move leaf-like from Point A to Point B in that swift manner that legs and an eye for yellow hacks and hansoms had worked for him in the previous life.
His leash-like string shackled him, and he had to endure one of his moral superiors flying unfettered above. She was a fine plane who, so he understood from a loquacious and bored scrap of newspaper that had flopped about during a particularly gusty day, had earned her upgrade by way of alternating ontological patterns. He had chosen marketing; she had chosen philanthropy. And while he had the money and the pecuniary comforts and the three miserable marriages and damnable divorces, she had passion, poverty, and a pulmonary condition she couldn’t get fixed because she was uninsured.
When his masters grew up, he would be thrown into a dusty attic. But she would continue to transport ebullient humans in the air, soaring through clouds and smiling against turbulence! She had instinctively known that there was worth in helping others or trying to accomplish idiosyncratic things as others had laughed at her. But he had taken the easy choice of willfully capitulating to gravity and the solipsism that came with it. But their next lives had seen gravity applied in its truest form.