The fog pulls back like a blanket thrown off the bed. A warm breeze leaves a row of trees out in the open. A loud rustling moves one of the oaks.
Two dark figures hang high above the road. Beneath them the daily traffic goes by without noticing.
Morgan rustles his wings. The morning chill has taken its toll. The hunting trip into the city didn’t go as planned. No little ones left unattended. Dare they hang out during the daylight. The question hands much like them high in the trees.
Opal looks back at him. “We have to catch one before we go back.”
“They don’t know we exist. I’d like to keep it that way.” Morgan didn’t like being exposed.
“Then they won’t know what to do when they see us!” Opal makes it clear who’s in charge.
Written as part of a challenge called Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers, details are available at https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2016/12/19/fffaw-challenge-week-of-december-20-2016/