When pigs fly

“When somebody loves you will be the day pigs fly.” What’s what was said on a Monday afternoon on a fairly cloudy but still quite sunny and warm day. What does it mean for pigs to fly? Pigs can’t fly they don’t have wing- oh. That makes sense.

Those words stick. They’re too heavy to walk with, so they crawl. Using all their energy to keep going, knowing that no one is there to carry those words for them. Eventually they stop moving. No one can make pigs fly, no one can carry the weight of the words, no one can make them move again. Not until pigs can fly.

They don’t move, the weight too heavy. They give up. No one notices everyone else is up ahead, they never had this weight to carry. They grow tired; being awake with the weight of the words in their shoulders is exhausting, so they sleep.

The others have left. The only thing keeping them company is those words said to them so many years ago. “The day someone loves you is the day pigs fly.” They go back to sleep.

They wake with a glass of water beside them. It wasn’t there before- was it? They notice how thirst they are and drain the glass in record time. They sleep again.

They awake next to someone standing in front of them. Was this someone who has also fallen from the weight of the world? They’re not proud of it but they feel a little better not being so alone. They fall back asleep before the stranger reaches them.

They wake to the strangers face. So similar to them yet only a little more alive looking. The stranger smiles and hands them a glass of water. They get a feeling in their chest that they haven’t felt since that day. It feels like a blue and yellow spark that makes the world a little lighter. The stranger smiles and sings a lullaby for them to sleep once more.

The stranger stays with them until they’re ready to talk. After some time the stranger admits to coming back to take care of them, another burst of the blue yellow spark comes back.

Eventually they confide in the stranger finally telling someone about those words said to them so long ago. The stranger doesn’t talk for the rest of the night. They both go to sleep. Upon waking up the stranger is gone. They are alone again. The words have never felt so heavy.

Eventually the stranger comes back with a handful of balloons, a helium tank, and a pig. It takes a lot of time but eventually the stranger fills up all of the balloons and ties it to the pig; just enough for the pig to hover. They stranger smiles, helping them stand. “As long as I’m alive, pigs will fly”