Chatterbox: Inkwell

I just finished a short story. It's around 300 words. Here it is, if you're intrested:

P.S. it's called "back to reality" 

                          
I’m determined to become better at flying. So I rent some space so I
could practice. It’s private enough so I don’t get distracted by other people.

                            
You have to be patient and confident in order to succeed. You start
running in a simple rhythm. When you think you’re ready, stretch your arms in
front of you and leap into the air. If you assume it right, you will start
gliding. But if your concentration is off, you will end up lying smashed on the
ground.

                               I have no trouble
flying. I decide to hitch a ride to town to show off my new skills to the
citizens. I beg a ride with a trucker and ask to be dropped a mile away.                                                       “You
still have a long walk ahead of you. Are you sure you don’t want me to drive
you the rest of the way to town?” he asks.

“No thanks. I’m going to fly.”

                       
              He stares at me
strangely, but I don’t care. Soon everyone will know what I can do.  Soon I’m soaring across, swooping down,
occasionally, to show off. Cars beep at me, and people holler. I’m creating
quite a commotion.

                                    A businessman glares up at me. ”What are you doing?" I answer, “Why! Isn’t it obvious? I’m flying!” After a
while, I, bored and tired, land back down.

                                    Just around the corner, I overhear a homeless
family murmuring, “He's been running around town with his arms
out, telling people he can fly. He almost got hit by cars a couple times while
running across the streets. He's a danger to himself and others."

                                I can’t believe
it. They think I am crazy! Or maybe I am. Was I really just delusional?
Thinking I was flying when I was just running on the ground? But it seemed so
real!