The Flight

February 26, 2017
By odessasimone GOLD, Mill Valley, California
odessasimone GOLD, Mill Valley, California
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Favorite Quote:
“If there's a book that you want to read, but it hasn't been written yet, then you must write it.”
― Toni Morrison


She was flying. Frozen screams languished, but she only heard freedom. The concern of death was inconsequential.


The boy had jumped too, he was going to die, but it was his fault for not understanding her longing for flight, the yearning for wind in her ears. They didn’t understand, she was free now.


Then death swallowed her, life and death spun together into a collage that always ended in darkness. She always knew death would follow, but she didn’t care: she had flown


Her caretakers in the institution would miss her, well grieve her at least, given her constant babble of flight. The boy had been her brother: soft spoken, protective, but he didn’t try to climb out windows like her and jump into the city streets to visit with the voices that encouraged her to jump. The specialists kept saying words like suicide, but she just wanted to fly.


The author's comments:

This is a flash fiction piece inspired by a photo of two kids jumping off a rock; you can’t see the ground beneath them; they swathed in their silhouettes. 


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