Short Fiction: Real Friends

Sometimes your best friends are real, sometimes they are not. Losing them hurts all the same. Read Steven Daniel's story here, exclusively on Esoterica:

By Steven Daniel

When I was a boy, my friend Ellie could almost fly. I remember the first time she showed me. We snuck up to the roof of our apartment building and I watched as she walked to the edge and stepped off. She didn’t fall, she just stood floating with nothing beneath her. Then she walked across the air to the building next door, waved at me fr…