A Taste Of Freedom (1)

I didn't have time to blink.

It was too fast.

I could not process the events which followed that night.

The wind was forced into the narrow space through the alleyway,

The roots of my hair felt like they were on the verge of being ripped out.

My skin was naked to the bloody sharp winds.

The iris of my eyes was dried before I could blink.

The gusts of wind were akin to blades reflecting off the dark, brick walls and garbage dump.

The three boys were carried by the wind, following its trajectory.

Feathers began to rain moments after I opened my eyes.

From there I could not take them away.

The bright, full moon traced the edges of the night sky.

The stars shone so brightly.

Among the feathers there was beauty. A feathery beauty of nature and moonlight.

Long ribbons of silver hair dragging across his silhouette admits the wind.

My eight years of life had yet to encounter the sight.

Meshes of pale blue feathers—the colour of moonlight spread across the cramped space—as if pushing the walls themselves further apart.

Like they were giving me room to breath.

It was here, I began to think upon my fathers’ words differently

Maybe. Just maybe. Freedom was in those wings, which spread so elegantly among the chaos of the ground.

There’s no where for me to run in this city. Nowhere but up.

‘they’re so… beautiful.’

The thoughts running between my wet eyes was curt

He turned around to face me.

His hair stretched into the sky in a ponytail, his wings dwarfed the length of his silver hair.

The crystal-like sparkles in his eyes marbled in essence of the moonlight—twinkling in resonance with the stars.

He stared down on me, looking directly into my eyes—still wet from shock.

*tap*

He takes a step back, not blinking for a second

*tap* *tap*

He hops backwards and lands in a crouch with two taps of his feat which were as light as the feathers in the air.

The gargantuan wings sprouting from his back began to move themselves upwards from its previous position; folded behind his back.

And just as he was about to burst into the air-

“Wait!”

-the words slipped out of my mouth, I grabbed a feather with my hand.