Literature
Dearly Beloved
The breeze smelled of the ocean, ruffling through the young mechanic’s blond spikes. His old, torn, patched canvas wings were now gorgeous, supple, red leather, and the frame, from its creaky wooden gears and pine structure, a shimmering gold. His old tan vest and no longer white button up were replaced by a black velvet coat vest with gold plates, and a crisp white shirt fit for a prince. The tacky industrial trousers were now finely cut and pinstriped, and his knee-high leather boots his father had fashioned for him that sometimes fell apart at the seams and was patched and sewn in all sorts of dysfunction, were high-grade, steel-toe