Suddenly there was no wind beneath her wings and, as she looked down at the earth below her, she knew that she was going to crash. All she could do was strive for a soft landing.
She managed to land in a small clearing in the forest on a bed of fallen leaves and thick moss, so while she was shaken up, she was, after a thorough self-investigation, unable to detect any serious injury.
Night was falling and she didn’t want to linger in the deep woods for very long. She stood up slowly so as to not lose her balance, since she was still feeling a bit shaky. She looked around for a path or trail that might lead her out of the forest, and when she found one, she pulled her large wings as close to her torso as she could and began walking.
She didn’t know how long she’d been walking when she saw the twinkling lights of a small community in the distance. Despite being tired, hungry, and thirsty, she picked up her pace, hoping to find some hospitable locals who might offer her nourishment and shelter.
As she got closer to the town, she began to question the wisdom of her decision to leave the forest. She encountered several younger children who saw her and her strange anatomy and scurried away. She decided that it was too late to turn back, so she cautiously continued walking toward the village.
And then she saw a rather large group of men and women carrying torches heading rapidly in her direction. She stood as tall as she could and spread her wings as high and as wide as they could go. The mob stopped, but she wondered for how long.
Written for the following prompts:
- Ragtag Daily Prompt (community)
- Your Daily Word Prompt (linger)
- Word of the Day Challenge (investigation)
- Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (below)
- Mindlovemisery Menagerie Photo Challenge
Photo Credit: ezorenier@deviantart.