Prelude to a Super Airplane (Chapter 10)

(The following is an excerpt from my book, Prelude to a Super Airplane. It can be purchased by clicking on any of the roughly 400 banners adorning this site, or by clicking here. It’s also available on Amazon.

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The witch was sitting on her broom, reading a paperback reading book, which appeared, from the intensity of her reading, to be of great importance to her.

Floating in the air behind her were exactly thirty-nine candles, and the light from their flames helped her to read the words inside the important reading book.

Even though she was but twenty-five pages in, the witch had become engrossed in this reading book. This surprised the witch, because when her reading group had put forth the book, she’d found the title ill conceived.

This was because, in the witch’s opinion, the title of the reading book made it sound epic, pretentious, and stupid, all at once.

After many years of reading her reading books, and because of her membership in several reading groups, the witch knew a book such as one fitting this description was not possible – it was contradictory, and outside the grasp of normal human ability. And so, when presented with the book in her reading book group, she assumed the book, with its ill-conceived title, must be poorly written.

Knowing all of this, and despite the poor writing, she was enjoying the book immensely. She’d even taken to periodically emailing the author, who readily (and stupidly, she thought) provided his online internet email address inside the book.

Because of this, the witch feared he was possibly just another in the long line of charismatic, good-looking idiot savant types she tended to attract.

The witch closed the book, for at this time another member of her coven/reading group was contacting her by way of a telepathy spell.

“Abracadabra!”

The witch needed to say this in order to cast her reply telepathy spell. (She laughed to herself, as she thought of all the foolish humans that thought this was a word only for magicians, who didn’t even cast real spells. The irony!)

This went on for 55 minutes – the back and forth telepathy between the witch and the other witch. The one from her coven/reading group.

When the telepathic conversation was over, the witch looked to the moon, basking her witch-face in its soft glow. She thought about the two vitally important new witch-tasks she had to do tomorrow afternoon, and she was happy.

The witch fingered these new tasks into her Blackberri Tornado mobile telephone’s calendar, placing them after lunch, but before her trip to the tattoo parlor.

She then swirled the thirty-nine candles in dizzying circles around the ceiling – a spontaneous and girlish show of glee! This surprised her, as she had not been a girl in quite some time.

In fact, when she was reading her reading books alone by candlelight, or when she went out to the hot and trendy dance clubs, the witch often felt quite old…and alone.

But now, because of the epic, pretentious, and stupid book from her reading group/coven, and because of the two new tasks in her Blackberri Tornado, everything had changed, and perhaps work would not be so unbearable the next day.

Brad Radby’s Foreward, Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15, Chapter 16, Chapter 17, Chapter 18, Chapter 19, Chapter 20, Chapter 31