First flight_Flame Haired Woman_A Bird’s Vacation Plans_Like She Was Never There
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First flight
The autumn winds are blowing, stronger day by day. While the days arewww.onedoor.cc still pleasantly warm, the nights are becoming chilly and the mornings are crisp. You can see your breath in the grey dawn. The leaves are falling. There is a deep ache inside me, a yearning. I am restless. I must leave, fly away to – well somewhere else. Others have left already but my flock is still here. We are still feeding and resting but I can feel the same undercurrent of urgency in the others. It is almost time to go. I have grown all this summer, no longer a clumsy gosling but a powerful bird with a finely curving b...
Flame Haired Woman
"It doesn't count if you're already planning your defeat...you might as well go back home and accept your future now Charlie." Her unruly amber curls began to smack her roughly in the face as the infamous winds of the mountain region started up once again. The season was ending and if she didn't take this opportunity now...the young woman knew that by the time the next Autumn rolled around she would be married off to some other young man from the farming region, it was just how things were done and had been for hundreds of years. Sighing in exasperation she brushed the untameable curls off her...
A Bird’s Vacation Plans
The view is familiar. Familiar it was, but not appealing. A view I saw a hundred times, and I looked away from it perhaps two times that number; as in each occasion, I look away once, then my eyes come to rest at it again, then the second looking-away comes, and so it goes.Detestable? I wouldn’t exactly say so, as I’m not one to detest, or at least that’s what I try to be. Migration was always my least favorite part of the year, so are the places over which I fly during these migration trips. They remind me of the goodbyes I had to utter to my old nest; which I came to label it as “old”. How c...
Like She Was Never There
I will never stop wondering why I saw what happened that night. Beth was pretty, she was popular, she was gone. There was speculation that she had run off to Hollywood to be an actress. Some say New York to model. Still others claimed she had run off to Canada to meet a lover she met on the internet. Everyone but me assumed she had run away. I knew better. I was sitting in my little sail boat. It was around sunset, my feet were propped up, I was drinking the beer I had bought with my fake i.d. at the little liquor store just outside of town. I looked 21 and they didn't ask questions. I was thi...