OOC Prompt: Homonyms: Soar/Sore
Birds as a metaphor for freedom is hackneyed to say the least, but it’s only a drabble.
Lying in the hayloft, he watched a flock of starlings swoop and dive. The summer evening held swarms of gnats, a low inspiration for the dance, but to his eyes it was an expression of freedom. It was warm and prickly in the straw, but the place was a momentary escape. If he forwent supper, he would be safe. No one would want him again until the morning chores. For now he could forget the sting of welts on his back, watch the evening birds, and dream.
Lying in the hayloft, he watched a flock of starlings swoop and dive. The summer evening held swarms of gnats, a low inspiration for the dance, but to his eyes it was an expression of freedom. It was warm and prickly in the straw, but the place was a momentary escape. If he forwent supper, he would be safe. No one would want him again until the morning chores. For now he could forget the sting of welts on his back, watch the evening birds, and dream.