photo by Brian Gaid via Unsplash
Watching the sun rise rosy over the cloud plains, he felt her lay a warming hand over his.
On the ground, weighed down by the hissed pressures of work, by the thick walls and dim corners of the house, she never found him.
Up in the air, where the light shine clearer, freer, she always snuck in beside him, wriggling her fingers through his. He liked to fly.
Written for Sonya at Only 100 Words’ Three Lines Tales. See the photo and write a tale, why don’t you? See here to join in and to read the other stories.
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I know exactly what you mean by the second line; loved the dim corners of the house keeping them apart. Sweet ending, but sad, too. I hope he can find some way they can find each other on the ground, and not only in flight.
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Thank you Joy. Let’s hope so 🙂
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