Ellen jumped out of a fourth story window and discovered she could fly. Finally she was free! She could go where she liked. She would feel the autumn wind in her hair and eat field mice and raw fish. She didn’t have to go to a job that slowly stole bits of her soul day by day, she could do nose dives or live in a tree or just feel the salt-sting in her eyes as she followed the vast illiterate arcs of the great sea birds.
Ellen jumped off of a cliff in Bolivia and discovered she could fall.
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1 comment:
so good.
I love your drabbles.
This is like this stupid thing I wrote about a girl who turns into a bird, except GOOD.
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