Okay this was going to be no problem. Sure she had never flown a day in her life and had zero athletic ability, but Eliza was a fast learner and she certainly wasn’t going to let a simple broom get the best of her.
She stood to the side of her broom and held out her open hand as instructed. “Up” she said to it. The broom wiggled in the grass. “Close, but no cigar,” she thought. “UP.” The broom lifted a few inches and fell back down to the ground. Clearly she wasn’t putting enough feeling into this. “UP!” she sassed to the broom. This time it moved so fast she almost flinched away instead of catching it, but felt her fingers grasp down hard before she could make any conscious decision to react. “Well at least my hand seems to know what it’s doing.”
Now it was time for lift off. “Okay broom,” she said aloud. She could be a bit quirky sometimes and she hoped no one would think she was crazy, but she felt that this was one of those situations where it was okay to openly talk to inanimate objects. Well actually, she supposed the broom was about to be very animated indeed.
She swung a leg over to hop onto the broom. Sitting still didn’t seem to be so bad. She jiggled her weight back and forth a bit to test the sturdiness of her ride. “That would be all I need,” she thought “to be seen talking to myself and my broom as I flail off into the dirt.” She stretched her toes towards the ground and gave a soft push. Eliza felt herself lifting further from the ground, inch by inch. A breeze caught her light auburn hair and she smiled to herself.
She was flying!
Well... sort of. |