Fly Away

A sad tale of the birds

The sky caught her attention. Birds, freely flying, brought her to walk to the window near the balcony – the window was almost as big as the door leading to it.

“Wow.” – she said quietly. The Sun, standing near the horizon, was ready to disappear into the unknown, to be substituted by its grey sister. Mesmerized by their dance she unconsciously started imitating them, walking to the balcony, and flipping her hands desperately. Wings slowly started showing through her skin and feathers around it started forming – beige feathers with brown spots. They rapidly formed leaving even Margaret in shock, but it stopped as the metal corset which appeared to be around her back held it in place. And as she looked back at the sky, in despair – the birds were in the distance, not recognizing her existence even slightly anymore, heading right to the south.

“Why, God…” – her mouth uttered, shaking from frustration with head dropping low under the moody evening sky colored in dark blue tones.

Chapter 5

A sad smile appeared on his face as he was looking out of the car window, at the sea standing motionless and the horizon above it; owls were hooting nearby.

“Everything’s good, Atlas, don’t worry. Just going to be in there for 15-20 minutes and we’ll come back.”

“Come on, Josey. Where are you at?!” – he thought to himself.

A car came closer on the left side, colored in the orange colors of the Sun. It was Josephine, looking at him, smiling. She rolled down her window and Smith rolled it down simultaneously.

“Hey. How’re you doing? Let’s check it out, don’t really have a lot of time today, got to go to the cinema.” – she said loudly.

“Cinema? What are you, in your teens?”

“Just on a date. I think it’s quite cute, you don’t think so?”

Smith got ready to get out of the car and she continued shortly.

“You should really see someone. I can set something up for you if you want to?”

She stopped and looked at him with a slight grin on her face. He kind of froze with his hand on the handle of the door and looked at the ground.

“Yes.” – he said calmly.

“You want me to set something up? Really?”

Her question followed very fast, strangely fast, like she was waiting for that answer. Smith’s answer followed:

“I hope I see her soon.”

He got out of the car with his dog and went straight for the house on the side of the road, a little further into the woods. Her forced grin disappeared instantly as she got out of the car. But before doing that, she got back in and wrote something in the diary. The previous note was about 4 days ago, on June 5

, when she found the tape. It shortly said:

‘August 19

I hope I’ll see you on your day, Margo.’

The tape slid into her hand from the bag. Silent glare of hers slid on the surface of it, analyzing.

“I’m waiting!” – Smith hollered standing near the house.

She put it all down and kissed the picture of two kids before getting out.

‘They thought they could hide everything.’

The backyard of the house was surrounded by tall trees that could withstand any weather judging by how they looked; Atlas met and started running laps around her. As she looked up 10 steps away from the stairs to the front door, Josephine noticed beige half-destroyed walls, the front side was colored in cardinal red but the paint on the wood went away as the house was built a long time ago. Not thinking anything at that moment, she in trance like state went into the house; Smith was already nowhere to be found in the house. A scream came out of her as he was roaming the house:

“Hey, Smith, what’s this place? It’s kind of nice.”

She walked to the second floor and saw him in the room right by the staircase. The door was wide open as Josephine entered, putting her hand on the door, and saw Smith on his knees.

“What… what is this?!” – she said walking closer and looking at something lying right before Smith, which totally consumed his attention.

…

“Aviation is a big part of my life, Charlie.”

“Look where it brought you, you know too much.”

“Stop it, let me handle this information.”

“It’s bigger than you, Margo.”

Menny welcomes acts of betrayal, the forest is left without God. It’s forbidden. Will he punish those who dare to go against him?

…

Chapter 6

Schizophrenia of reality.

“You want to explain what this is?!”

A chill ran down her spine looking at a big swamp of feathers which resided before Smith, so much so that it was bigger and taller than him staring at it on his knees.

“Remember what I told you? It’s enough to understand.” – he said with a monotone voice.

“They… they kept her hostage?”

Atlas started howling louder and Smith stood up, saying:

“Let’s get going, I saw everything I needed to see. I have mixed feelings about this place.”

Seeing he was not very responsive, she just walked out of the room after him, without saying anything.

“So, it’s all true?” – she said to herself.

…

“You’re telling me she has wings?”