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Winged

We were on a rooftop, somewhere.


‘Show me, please. You said you would’

He smiled sadly, stood up and removed his shirt.

From the centre of his spine extended two large black- ink angel wings. The tattooed feathers ran like rivers down his skin, tickling at his waist.

‘It's beautiful' I said.

‘Do you think so?’

When he turned to face me, my cheeks warmed.

‘Should we try them out?’ He was walking backwards to the edge of the roof.

My heart jumped.

He still grinned. With every step, he neared the pink sky.

‘Wait'

He took one final step back.

 

#FLASHFICTION101 May 2021 SHORTLISTED ENTRY


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