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Jongen's Gift

Jongen's Gift by I.M. Tillerman
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In 1952, when an eight-year-old, South Dakota farm boy is visited by a strange phenomenon in the sky, he wonders if he should tell anyone. But when the bizarre phenomena continues to occur, he eventually learns that though he feels the same, he has been given an extraordinary gift… the ability to fly!
SynergEbooks; October 2012
147 pages; ISBN 9780744320428
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Title: Jongen's Gift
Author: I.M. Tillerman

Jonny loved the vastness of that tiny part of the Universe that he felt privileged to observe. However, sometimes, like now – a little boy atop a single house on a somewhat isolated farm in what Uncle Frank jokingly called “the middle of nowhere” – he felt miniscule (he liked that word) and insignificant.

Wishing to get a better view of the northern sky, he stood up, turned around slowly, tiptoed and bent over a few steps to the apex of the roof. Standing with one slippered foot on either side of the ridge gap singles and holding the TV mast in one hand for balance, he scanned the breathtaking panorama before him. When his gaze reached the end of its 360° arc, he noticed that there were no stars above the entire grove of trees and centered over the towering, 100-foot Sentinel. For a moment, he thought the blackness resembled an elliptical pattern, but he knew that was impossible. As he watched, that lightless disk moved slowly in his direction, blocking out other stars in that same oval shape as it approached. Grabbing the antenna pole tightly now with both hands, the miniscule farm boy didn’t budge. He barely breathed. When the circular shaped object stopped over him, it seemed to be so low that it blocked out virtually all of the stars overhead.

He didn’t understand. What he was viewing wasn’t a spacecraft, he surmised, because no color, other than darkness, filled the disk; it wasn’t silver, like the bottom of a flying saucer. It was as if a colossal giant had taken a huge coping saw and had cut out a massive circle of stars, revealing only black nothingness behind it. Jonny had the odd sensation that he was gawking not at the presence of something, but at the absence of something. It didn’t make sense. He couldn’t think clearly.

After pinching his eyes closed and holding them as such for a count of ten seconds, he opened them again, hoping that he had been hallucinating and that the disk would have vanished; it had not. This time, however, after squinting his eyes and concentrating his focus, a closer scrutiny revealed not total darkness above him, but a plethora of dim, blurred specks of light, much like looking at things out of his bedroom window when it was glazed with rain. It dawned on him then that he was, in actuality, viewing the heavens, but through foggy eyeglasses.

Suddenly, he felt woozy, but not nauseous. Everything around him – the television mast, its four-legged brace, his own free hand a foot in front of his nose – separated into bleared double images, as though he had crossed his eyes. Feeling a tingling sensation and fearful that he might lose his footing and roll down the roof, he lowered himself gingerly to the top of the roof, put one leg on the north side and one on the south, pulled himself forward to the mast of the TV antenna, and hugged it. He knew that he was going to pass out.

Then the curtain came down.

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