Flight

Written as part of a weekly challenge called Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers, https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2016/03/07/fffaw-week-of-03-08-2016/

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Grace looked out across the landscape.  Below the window, shrubbery and rock walls made a checkerboard of tiny plots.  Some had little stone cottages.   The view slowly melted into a horizon.

She was distant from everything.   The solitude of the castle, cutoff by a moat, was her.  The barren pile of stone sung as the wind found new rooms.   It’s song was bellicose.   It hurt ears.   Few people plodded through here anymore.

Grace thought of flight.   To soar above it all.   Free to ride the wind.  The glory of leaving the earth behind.

Three steps and a leap.   Her flight was brief.

38 thoughts on “Flight

      1. I don’t understand how you get to that place. I have known a few who are like that waiting to die when they are young enough to live. I would rather be happy with nothing then miserable with baggage.

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  1. Oh my wasn’t expecting Grace just to jump of the castle/ruins at the end. The line “her flight was brief” is gruesome in its simplicity. Your piece reminds me of a 3rd Eye Blind song, the first few lyrics go : ” I wish you would step back from that ledge my friend . . .” The Song is Called ‘Jumper.’

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