I can’t believe this is the last Wednesday Words of the year. May you have a wonderful New Years!
She was thirteen when she decided to fly. Feathers sprouted from her arms and she took to the sky. Winds carried her, and the summer’s sun warmed her back. Finally she was free.
But soon hunger ached in her belly. She needed sustenance to maintain her flight, her magic. So she grew a beak, talons. Sharpened her eyes and swooped through the sky in search for prey.
There, a rabbit. Easy to snatch, easy to break its neck. When she was full, she took flight again, soaring and reveling in the beauty of the world.
The sun sank, and she made a nest. A new day, then a week. She fell into the pattern of her form, happy for simplicity and flight.
But there was a new pang inside. One meat couldn’t satisfy. Something was wrong with her heart.
So she flew, watching the people below. Hugs and hand-holding. Children playing. Teens laughing together under light-decorated trees.
Faded memories resurfaced. Concepts of family and love. Her heat panged, and her flight took a new purpose. A new direction her body remembered.
She stopped at a familiar house. Trees she remembered playing in, streets she once ran on. She landed outside the door next to glowing candy canes. Voices inside murmured, cried, and laughed.
Home.
She was thirteen and a half when she remembered the love of her family. So she shed her feathers, shrunk her beak, and opened the door to delighted cheering.
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