Looking down from dizzy heights he trembled feeling his inadequacy, unable to launch off. Home had become uncomfortable, no longer the cosy nest of childhood. He felt prodded, wounded even, father reluctant to feed him, insisting he was old enough to forage for himself. His siblings had already gone soaring to dizzy heights, looking down on him he feared.
A sudden upsurge of inspiration seized upon him. He opened his wings feeling its soothing caress. Then suddenly he was airborne, the wind lifting him in its arms like a lover.
First there was a slight panic as he lost altitude. Then, as by instinct he tilted his wings catching the updraft, joy coursed through his being. He was at one with the elements, finding total freedom soaring on the wings of the wind. He knew then in his heart, he was born to be an eagle!
Yes! 🙂 Nice touch, my feathered friend!
Always wanted to fly! Thanks!
I love the scary feeling of freedom you portrayed here.
I think freedom is always a little scary, that’s why we often need a push to fly, but when we do it’s wonderful! Nice to hear from you!
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Flash fiction from July 2014
Fab piece! At first I thought it was going to be about someone contemplating a jump from a cliff, so I was very happy to see this tale instead.
thanks so glad you enjoyed it!
I love the way you tell…:0)
I love the way you are always so encouraging!
Well, I want to be a joyful old woman and not an old coot! lol! I love those old fashioned words like encourage, edify, and endure. I don’t hear them much today…