Her half-wing loomed over her left shoulder. I was struck by her steady gaze and serene poise. Questions percolated through my brain. What could she possibly want? What should I ask? Why tonight? Why me? She thrust her hand forward as if to touch and I backed away. Her eyes creased in sympathy. I relaxed and started breathing again. I knew what I would do. My half-wing emerged from the darkness behind my right shoulder.
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Dee Lorraine
14/12/2021 09:23:03 pm
I can visualize this scene, with music, too. A lovely story full of emotions. Thank you, Richard. 14/12/2021 09:27:53 pm
Fascinating and thought-provoking! And nicely drawn, too.
Mary Wallace
14/12/2021 11:43:54 pm
Beautiful piece of writing.
Sue Clayton
15/12/2021 05:14:45 am
Two halves always make a whole. Comments are closed.
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