The Great Eye looked in on me.
"Are you there? Are you ready?"
I felt the wings of me start to unfurl.
"Can I fly already?" I asked.
" Fly," I was ordered.
I asked "Where?" but there was no answer.
So I just took off. Out of the nest of broken eggs.
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I was ready for birth. No one told me. I just knew. When the pecking began on the outside of my shell I smiled and sang. Then the beak pierced the egg. The fluids ran red. Could I be discarded?
The Great Eye looked in on me. "Are you there? Are you ready?" I felt the wings of me start to unfurl. "Can I fly already?" I asked. " Fly," I was ordered. I asked "Where?" but there was no answer. So I just took off. Out of the nest of broken eggs.
Fliss
1/2/2018 09:42:54 am
Lovely, Christine. Ninety-three words, well used - and seven to spare! Comments are closed.
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"Classic"
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