Fly Away – Flash Fiction

She paced back and forth, the chain attached to her ankle clinking. She flexed her wings, wanting to fly away. She glared at the door from behind which, she heard the footsteps of her “aunt”. Her Aunt Darie had taken care of her for as long as she could remember, but it had been two years ago when everything changed.

Her Aunt Darie had taken care of her for as long as she could remember, but it had been two years ago when everything changed. Sarah’s wings had always been small enough to fit in her shirt and jacket. Being careful not to let anyone touch her on the back. She lived a lonely life because of this, very rarely taking any chances for her “friends” to accidentally touch her and find out her secret. But two years ago, her wings became so big, no amount of stuffing would make them fit in her clothes. She hasn’t left the house since.

That’s not to say, she hasn’t tried, but Aunt Darie has always caught her. Hence the chain, so no more attempts can be made. Sarah didn’t know why Aunt Darie wanted her here, but she was not really curious. She wanted above all else, to leave, and be free of this place. Dark, dingy, and gray. The forlorn house she had always known. She wanted to go to where colors were, where people weren’t afraid of each other. Above all, she wanted a friend.

Aunt Darie opened the door and brought in a tray of food. If you could call it that. But then again, Aunt Darie’s cooking had always left much to be desired. Sarah plopped onto her bed and nibbled her meal. She nearly choked on a tiny bone, and spit it out onto her hand. It was thin and sharp, and the lock on her chain was a simple one.

She attempted to pick the lock, by inserting the bone and waggling it. It took forever, but thank goodness it wasn’t a more complicated lock or she would never have free herself. She quietly released herself and walked to the window, dragging the chain behind her, to make Aunt Darie think it was still attached to her. She eased the window sash up and tried not to make it creak. She looked back at her room. There was nothing there she wanted, no books, no toys, no clothes. She didn’t want anything from this place to follow her. She clambered out the window and dropped into the tree, she flexed her wings and hopped into the air, flapping wildly. She managed to plop onto her roof, and from there she began to hop between roofs. She heard the front door bang, and Aunt Darie screamed at her. Sarah ignored her and continued to hop. She came to the last house on the row, and stopped, gazing up at a forest with huge trees. The trees were bleak and gray, with no leaves, or animals or anything to make them friendly. She launched herself to a tree, and by now, she had gotten the hang of flying again. She fluttered from branch to branch, steadily moving upwards. She kept going higher and higher until she came to the tallest tree’s top. The tree was in the clouds and what she saw amazed her. A city in the clouds. The sun was shining, people were running and laughing. Trees with leaves and a blue sky met her. She hopped onto the clouds, ignoring the nagging doubt that it wouldn’t hold her weight. She wiggled her toes in the soft cotton cloud. A child of about ten raced to her and slammed his palm against her arm.

“Tag! You’re it!” He called and she ran to catch up to him. She nearly tripped when she saw the tiny little wings hanging from his back. Come to think of it, everyone here had wings. She smiled to herself and began the chase afresh.


This is for the CWWC -2017, Challenge 2. For Team Half-Blood. I used two of three prompts for this challenge.Let’s be lost



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