Autumn 1946 – No Heaven in a Child’s Tears


Uncle Boris said, “Relax Rose. Levitation is difficult. Your thrashing about makes it even more so.”

I said, “I’m sorry Uncle Boris. I cannot stop shivering. I do not remember ever being so cold.”

“We are at least a league from shore. If I drop you, you will be both cold and wet.”

I closed my eyes. I tried to calm body with limited success. I opened my eyes and looked out to sea. Damn. I said, “They are coming back.”