Krista Jane May

Flight 1961

“Come on, Janet, don’t you want to fly?” Kelley would be lying on the floor, night-black hair fanned out on the orange carpet, arms in the air, legs raised slightly, waiting. Janet, thrilled with anticipation, would gently place Kelley’s feet on her belly, clasp her hands, and then up, up, up she’d go as Kelley […]