6 December 2019 - 15 Minute Fiction Friday
Never before had he felt such freedom.
Newly transformed, wings outstretched, he felt the breeze rustling between his feathers, felt it as he had never felt breeze before.
His eyes, vision now enhanced, widened as he tilted right, turning with ease, to see the valley below.
Sunlight tore through the morning mist, shedding light upon the water’s crystal blue, and the dazzling green of the forest below.
He gasped at the wondrous sight, only to find a low squawk escape him, as he continue to soar downwards.
Nothing could be better than this, he thought, desperate never to change back.