Rachael MacDonald
Bio
Avid Reader, Sometimes Poet, Occasional Writer, and searcher of truths often lost in the breaths between candy-coated lies.
Stories (76/0)
A Dragon's Flight
The air is cool against my scales, and I can finally breathe. The hot sun shines down through the morning mist sharp and stabby, its heat welcome on my iridescent wings. I pump them hard once more, shooting straight through a wet cloud then level off. I am above the clouds now and the world below consists of nothing but these rolling white hills and I feel utterly alone. Before that would have scared me, but now all I feel is content. Banking west, I tuck my wings in and coast several miles. The air is cooler this way and acts as an invisible compass that will direct me to my destination. Home, I whisper out loud. I am finally going home. And for that glorious morning, for the first time in a long time, all was well.
By Rachael MacDonaldabout a year ago in Fiction