#sunday8 Weekend Writing Warriors: The Burning Sky #13


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The Burning Sky #13

But it was inside me. The falling, tumbling…the screaming need to get away from the flames and the burning, only to realize that away meant down, and that there was nothing to stop our descent in gravity’s cruel grasp. Nothing but the cold hard earth awaited us.

As I steeled myself for the landing that would crush me, I became aware of a large warm hand on my back and that I could do nothing to defend myself should that touch become violent. Someone nearby was whispering, but the words blew away in the wind. The whisper grew louder  and the words…penetrated somehow.

You have wings, fly.

Beautiful pearlescent wings unfurled so wide their flapping conquered the screaming wind and slowed my fall.



4 thoughts on “#sunday8 Weekend Writing Warriors: The Burning Sky #13

  1. Alexis Duran June 21, 2015 / 12:23 pm

    Well, that was unexpected, and lovely. And who does the warm hand belong to? Very mysterious and intriguing.


  2. Rian Durant June 21, 2015 / 4:13 pm

    Lovely and intense! I am curious about who is the other one in the picture, too 🙂


  3. Ed Hoornaert January 24, 2016 / 1:15 pm

    You’ve really got me wondering just what happened. Why was she falling, why does she have wings but not know it, and who was talking to her?


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