Written for the book challenge on the LJ community open_on_sunday


It had pride of place on his bedside table, a bookmark marking his spot. Although he was always careful to make sure it wasn't damaged, you couldn't help but notice the cracked spine, the result of hours spent with the book open on his lap. Rupert knew each page like the back of his hand, what each plane looked like, who built it and what it was used for. He dreamed of the day when he would be able to fly one of these beautiful machines.

Years later, he pulled it out and imagined what it would have been like.