Flying for Beginners
And the lesson at the end.
Wind brushed softly over the rusty bridge, picking up leaves as it went, and the sunlight was like thick, golden syrup on the world. She had always wanted to fly, a childish dream that seemed impossible. All her dreams had seemed impossible until now. With the gentle wind running its fingers through her hair, it felt painfully possible. Ahe saw the sparkling water, the floating birds, and heard children laughing beyond the treeline. The world was beautiful, she thought, but she was already halfway down.
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S. A. Crawford
Writer, reader, life-long student - being brave and finally taking the plunge by publishing some articles and fiction pieces.
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