With Long shadows of the day

Mortis · 04-08-2020, 11:31 PM

The young boy walked easily across the small bridge outside the family den. He glanced over the side, watching his reflection in the water, and the memory popped out, unbidden. Of the time he had seen his reflection, seen his wings for the first time as what they were, instead of a strange deformity developing upon his back. As he looked he stretched out the appendages, watching the shadow of them in the water, the great, black shapes on each side of him. He still didn’t know quite what he thought of them. It seemed they had cost him some pain already - the past him, the him before he knocked his head around and lost some memories.

He shook his head, turning his back to the reflection and the wilful thoughts, and continued on down the past, making his way into the long grass with springing leaps, wings flared to catch the wind - not that they did much, but create resistance - as he leaped from one patch to another, thinking very little, and with no plan for the day in his mind.

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With Long shadows of the day

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