this was awesome... so vivid... i like the way it ended... like just that last paragraph was amazing... LOOOOVE
February 27th, 2009 at 03:42pm
The household sounds of the ice cream man’s standard jingle rings throughout the hollow, airy apartment. Eyes widening, Pete makes a mad dash for the front window, eyes scanning the block for the familiar white van decorated with an array of vivid pictures of ice cream and the likes.
Haha, that part made me smile. Pete is such a little five-year-old stuck in a man’s body. Its too cute.
“But… it’s impossible.” Patrick argues as the middleman – as a person who knew exactly what Pete wanted and longed for just the same, but he also knew that it was impossible to fly, let alone fly into a sunset.
That is ever so depressing. I pity Patrick.
And me? I think he’s a genius. A fucking genius.
And before I can say never, he jumps. I squint my eyes, peeking out from behind my eyelid to see him soar; soar over the parkway, over the bustling streets of Chicago, over the people. Wide-eyed people chained to the ground point at him and can’t help but grin – he’s out there living the American dream.
I love how it’s in a biased point of view. Like, if another person saw him like that, they’d be freaking out and calling him insane. But this person, whoever it is, is amazed by and envious of Pete. The people on the street are probably scared and pointing because they’re afraid and stunned, but to the narrator, they think its wonderful. It really makes you think.
Although I don’t think “the American dream” fits, “the dream” would sound better, in my opinion. But that’s prolly cuz I hate this stupid country (:
Suicide? Murder?
No, just a kid flying after his dreams.
-chokecrysob-
beautiful.
I love at the end, how the sunset ends. The sunset ends where the story ends, where Pete ends.
Truly wonderful.
