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Here is my December entry for brigits_flame. The topic is Unity. I hope you enjoy!
Unity
Words: 673
“Are you afraid?” Afraid? Mira liked to think those words were a joke. There was afraid, and then there was terrified, and Mira liked to think she was the latter. She had done many things in her life, from paragliding to bungy jumping, but never in her lifetime had she imagined she would be doing this. “Just spread them out.” The blond shook her head sharply and pulled away from the edge of the cliff they overlooked. She could still hear the water crashing against the edge of the steep rocks. Her mother had always told her never to let her fear control her life, but Mira had a feeling her mother did not plan this for her daughter.
“I can’t,” she whispered, her voice and body alike, shaking as though she had seen death. Maybe she had? Mira was looking over a cliff with no real protection or guarantee of safety, after all.
“Why?” The question caught her off guard. Peering up at the tall man that stood beside her, she let her eyes wander over him for the first real time. He looked like nothing out of the ordinary, except the two large, black wings that popped out of his back and spread in the air beside him. The feathers were ruffled slightly from the wind that blew almost lazily across the top of the cliff they stood on. Mira had come here many times; it had always been a refuge of hers. To sit, listening to the wind and waves sing and think about all the bad things that had happened to her over the last three years.
Yesterday afternoon had just been another day for her, but it didn’t turn out how she expected it to. He stood, looking down at the water, and she was sure at the time he had only one thought in his mind. Jolting into action, she had pulled him roughly away from the edge with a great amount of force no one would have expected her to have. At the time, he was shocked and then she saw them. Mira’s first thought was that he had been to a fancy dress party, which she later found out was wrong. He told her he would give her a gift for caring. Mira didn’t understand at the time, she certainly did now.
The next day, she woke with large, almost beautifully positioned wings on her back. How should one act when they wake with wings? Mira just stared in the mirror.
“You found me,” were the first words from his mouth when she ran to the cliff that day. He didn’t give her the explanations she wanted, he gave her nothing. “Fly with me,” it hadn’t been a request, more of a demand. Standing at that cliff’s edge, Mira had never been so afraid in her life.
Now here she was, staring almost pathetically up at the man who had caught her attention. His long flaming red hair, swaying in the wind, was an eye catching moment, Mira realized.
“I am afraid,” she replied to his question of why, “humans are not meant to fly.” The man just laughed.
“You are not human anymore. Let us do it together. As one. In unity.” He gently grabbed her hands, pulling her almost gently towards the terrifying sight that made her pull away before. “Do you trust me?”
“What is your name?” Mira had never asked him that before. Turning her head, she looked at the man that now stood behind her, gripping her hips with his big hands. He had lovely hands. He smiled and Mira knew she could trust him.
“Angel.”
“Are you?” Was he?
“No.” Angel’s smile grew as he pushed them closer to the edge.
“What are you?” Mira turned towards the ocean view and closed her eyes. This was it. The do or die situation was about to unravel the mystery of it all.
“Your imagination.” And then it was all over. They went over the cliff, together, or so she thought.
Unity
Words: 673
“Are you afraid?” Afraid? Mira liked to think those words were a joke. There was afraid, and then there was terrified, and Mira liked to think she was the latter. She had done many things in her life, from paragliding to bungy jumping, but never in her lifetime had she imagined she would be doing this. “Just spread them out.” The blond shook her head sharply and pulled away from the edge of the cliff they overlooked. She could still hear the water crashing against the edge of the steep rocks. Her mother had always told her never to let her fear control her life, but Mira had a feeling her mother did not plan this for her daughter.
“I can’t,” she whispered, her voice and body alike, shaking as though she had seen death. Maybe she had? Mira was looking over a cliff with no real protection or guarantee of safety, after all.
“Why?” The question caught her off guard. Peering up at the tall man that stood beside her, she let her eyes wander over him for the first real time. He looked like nothing out of the ordinary, except the two large, black wings that popped out of his back and spread in the air beside him. The feathers were ruffled slightly from the wind that blew almost lazily across the top of the cliff they stood on. Mira had come here many times; it had always been a refuge of hers. To sit, listening to the wind and waves sing and think about all the bad things that had happened to her over the last three years.
Yesterday afternoon had just been another day for her, but it didn’t turn out how she expected it to. He stood, looking down at the water, and she was sure at the time he had only one thought in his mind. Jolting into action, she had pulled him roughly away from the edge with a great amount of force no one would have expected her to have. At the time, he was shocked and then she saw them. Mira’s first thought was that he had been to a fancy dress party, which she later found out was wrong. He told her he would give her a gift for caring. Mira didn’t understand at the time, she certainly did now.
The next day, she woke with large, almost beautifully positioned wings on her back. How should one act when they wake with wings? Mira just stared in the mirror.
“You found me,” were the first words from his mouth when she ran to the cliff that day. He didn’t give her the explanations she wanted, he gave her nothing. “Fly with me,” it hadn’t been a request, more of a demand. Standing at that cliff’s edge, Mira had never been so afraid in her life.
Now here she was, staring almost pathetically up at the man who had caught her attention. His long flaming red hair, swaying in the wind, was an eye catching moment, Mira realized.
“I am afraid,” she replied to his question of why, “humans are not meant to fly.” The man just laughed.
“You are not human anymore. Let us do it together. As one. In unity.” He gently grabbed her hands, pulling her almost gently towards the terrifying sight that made her pull away before. “Do you trust me?”
“What is your name?” Mira had never asked him that before. Turning her head, she looked at the man that now stood behind her, gripping her hips with his big hands. He had lovely hands. He smiled and Mira knew she could trust him.
“Angel.”
“Are you?” Was he?
“No.” Angel’s smile grew as he pushed them closer to the edge.
“What are you?” Mira turned towards the ocean view and closed her eyes. This was it. The do or die situation was about to unravel the mystery of it all.
“Your imagination.” And then it was all over. They went over the cliff, together, or so she thought.