Inklings Whatever...Angel Wings

Not even really a story...

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A breeze rustles my copper-colored hair.  The sky is painted pink and gold, glimmering with the last bits of summer sunset light.  The shingles of the roof feel rough beneath my fingers.  I lean back.  This is life.

The clouds still hovering above the earth turn a deep crimson.  My socks start to feel cold once the sun starts to dip beneath the rim of the earth.  Chills shake my skin, but I refuse to leave my perch on top of the house.  It's so quiet, so peaceful, so alone.  This is where I belong.

The wind picks up, and the ancient strands of ivy that cling to the oak behind the house rustle and shake.  The remains of rush hour limp past on the main road.  A single prick of starlight reaches down to me, whispering for me to sleep, but I keep my eyes wide awake.  I'm not leaving yet.

The last streaks of purple disappear from the sky and stars begin to bedazzle me with their beautiful light.  The breeze has picked up to a steady, moist wind. The only flickering streetlight on our road that works turns on with an audible click.  Still, I stay stubbornly glued to the roof.  Not yet.

A midnight blue blankets the neighborhood and the last of millions of stars appears, winking at me.  A cat yowls in the distance as lights flick on down the street, yellowing windows.  The trees are reduced to two-demensionsal silhouettes.  I sit up and stretch towards the sky.  Almost time.

Lights that were just turned on begin to turn off again.  The night sky is almost black.  It's dark enough.  It's time.  I stand up, balancing on the edge of the roof.  A thirty foot drop.  I reach over my shoulder, brushing my fingers against white feathers and powerful muscles.  I stretch every bone in my body, letting my shoulders roll.  The feathers rustle.  Then I open my wings and fly.

~Noelle~