LIFTER
by Crawford Kilian
ONE SMALL STEP
FOR MANKIND…
I was maybe two or three inches off the bed, still in a sitting position with my hands reaching out as if to hold my balance. But I wasn’t teetering or wobbly; I was absolutely steady. Reaching down, I swept one hand under my backside and confirmed that I was indeed detached from the bed. Realising what a momentous event this was, I reached for my cassette recorder and drifted across the room toward the workbench were it lay. Punching the Record button, I uttered these historic words:
“Uh, I’m up.”
FOR MANKIND…
I was maybe two or three inches off the bed, still in a sitting position with my hands reaching out as if to hold my balance. But I wasn’t teetering or wobbly; I was absolutely steady. Reaching down, I swept one hand under my backside and confirmed that I was indeed detached from the bed. Realising what a momentous event this was, I reached for my cassette recorder and drifted across the room toward the workbench were it lay. Punching the Record button, I uttered these historic words:
“Uh, I’m up.”