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Fly

It’s time

By Ray Published 12 months ago 1 min read
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I don’t know why she did it, but she said it was time.

I started to ask time for what, but I was thrown over the edge by her wind torrent.

There I was… wind lashing at my cheeks, the roar of it filling my ears as I plummeted.

A voice, clear in my mind, demanded; fly.

Cautiously, unclenching the muscles in my back, I let the wind that was rushing up catch in my brilliantly scaled wings. Instantly, they caught the air and lifted me skyward.

I couldn’t help but wonder, why hadn’t I done this sooner?

AdventureMicrofictionFantasy
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Ray

Everyone has a train of thought; all going on their own tracks. Meanwhile, my train has no tracks & no stations to pull into. Come enjoy the adventure! Where there are twists, turns & sudden drops while I make sense of what we call life.

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