By Kirsten Leggett
“You look different today,” she commented.
I gave her a quizzical glance. “What makes you say that?”
“There is a light that shines behind your eyes when you change.”
I smiled and reached behind my neck to the hard notch at the top of my spine. I pressed it, gently. My skin unravelled from my small frame and folded over and over on itself like an origami paper crane. I shook all over, stretched my wings wide, and preened my feathers with a beak carved from inner wisdom and spit the colour of love.
“I’ve learnt how to fly,” I whispered.
i like how you mixed symbolism and physical characteristics here
Excellent combining human and bird images.
Amazing imagery Kirsten. 101 words full of surprises. Well done.
That 4th paragraph is a doozy: ” …a beak carved from inner wisdom . . ” Wish I’d written that.
A wonderful little fantasy story!