I told him he wouldn't get very high
in that big wicker basket he just had to try.
As I watched him climb in, I refused to lie:
No way would he ever sail up to the sky.
He insisted on going. I stifled a sigh.
I gave him a kiss, then wished him good-bye.
About Friday Flash 55: The challenge is to write a complete story in fifty-five words. If you've written a 55-flash, go let The G-Man know!