It’s still Monday by a few hours and I HAVE a flash! Better late than never, right? It’s short, well under the typical limit, and, as usual, it has me questioning, “Why?” and wondering more about who my imagination has concocted this time. So here you go…
Murder on the Horizon
The clouds converged, diffusing the light of the sun to minimal permeations; enough to remind him that it was still indeed the daylight hours. However, there was an animosity in the air that seemed to drive everyone indoors to seek comfort in some form from the company of others and the false security of lights, lamps, and other mediums. They sought refuge where there was no conceivable threat of unwanted shadows, and they could pretend they didn’t feel the weight of the unknown bearing down. This was hi time. When it was safe for him to come out and play.
His brethren cawed and called him forth, skyward, to swoop and alight on the smallest tendril of an updraft on an otherwise stagnant night. So many, even their numbers could block the remnants of the sun’s rays as they struggled to break free from the clouds if they chose to amass. But not this day.
Today was merely a homecoming, a brief respite from his mortal prison when he was free of earthly bonds and allowed to return to the sky, even as he had to retain his forsaken human shell. Because of his status despite the banishment, his abilities to fly and commune weren’t lost when his wings were clipped. Flight may have been awkward initially without them, but now, now he felt just as free if not more so, because he recognized just how great his gift of transformation into a feathered, winged, creature of the sky truly was.
He was still the prince of dusk and crows, only now banished to serve from the earth and not rule from the sky.
As always, be sure to check out the rest of the flashes… I hear they’re pretty good. Have a great week!