Our local talent pick for this week is a short story titled 'Fay Flies to the Rescue' by Chris Morr of Heber Springs. 

Fay Flies to the Rescue

By Chris Morr

The soft yellow swing jacket with forest green piping around the collar and pockets looked beautiful on Fay’s slim frame. Wearing it proudly she called grandmother. Fay bubbled over with joyful thanks for the unexpected gift. Grandmother loved doing things for Fayleen and chose the jacket to match her green oval eyes. After a long good-bye and a promise to visit soon Fay decided to go show the jacket to her best friend, Molly. 

She skipped gleefully down the long paved driveway to Molly’s farmhouse. The spring air was filled with the scent of lilac. Suddenly, the wind pushed under her jacket and lifted her four feet off the ground! Fay let out a loud gasp. The tempestuous wind propelled her forward. Instinctively she stretched out her arms like a small plane. SHE WAS FLYING! Soaring back and forth over the bushes and grass finally landing in front of Molly’s house with a less than graceful thud. Molly came running out of the house hollering, “I saw you, I saw you flying. How did you do that?” Fay’s eyes were as big as the pond she flew over and sparkled in amazement. She informed her excited friend, “it's the jacket. The wind blew it up like a hot air balloon.” They agreed to re enact the remarkable feat. 

Fay started skipping, again the westward blowing wind picked her up. This time she maneuvered the thurmal air currents skillfully like an eagle then landed at the end of the driveway. Molly ran as fast as a fawn to catch up. Both girls squealed with wonderment. 

Just then Mr. Murphy pulled up in the mail truck. The news came by the paper and by Murphy, mother would say. The girls leaned into the truck. Molly to retrieved the mail, Fay to enjoyed the smell of old spice aftershave that reminded her of her grandfather. Mr. Murphy started sharing the latest news. It seems some city folks are camping at the lake when their 3 year old little boy wandered off into the woods. The town is organizing volunteers to search for him. Fay and Molly gave each other a knowing glance. They headed for the lake, Molly on her bike and Fay in the air. 

The volunteers were divided into groups of 5 with strict instructions to keep a group member in view. While the searchers kept their sights on the ground, Molly kept hers on the big yellow bird in the sky.Systematically they moved through the rough terrain. 

Fay loved walking in the dark damp woods with pine needles sprinkled on the ground like sprinkles on chocolate cake. Now above the trees the air smelled of pine and the view of the lake was breathtaking. After what seemed like forever Fay spotted little Tommy wandering aimlessly in circles like he was playing a game. She flew above him in circles too. Molly knew at once this signal and headed toward her flying friend. Soon she heard a faint cry of the lost toddler. She yelled to her group, “he’s here. Over here”. Molly waved her red scarf in the air. Fay got the message and slowly faded from view. The grateful group surrounded Tommy like bees in a hive. He was safe and unharmed. 

Back at the farmhouse the girls recounted their exciting day. We are a great team, they concluded. Maybe there will be many more wonderful adventures in the future for us. Fay, with her special jacket and loyal friend, is ready to take them on! 

The Sun-Times is excited to feature our local talent from Cleburne County. If you have something you would like featured as a local talent item, send it to us. Submissions can be a poem, short story (800 words or less), artistic photograph, or a photograph of a piece of art (painting, sculpture, etc). To show off as much of our local talent as possible, there is a limit of one submission per month from each individual. To submit your work, email to jjackson@thesuntimes.com. Emailed and digital submissions will take priority over handwritten or hand delivered material.