Fly Away - стр. 4
“Summer’s coming.” – she said and looked out the window after writing the last word in the diary:
‘Amen.’
Sounds reached the room from downstairs – steps, heavy steps. She took the diary and instantly put it in the crack between wooden flooring. Steps now could be heard clearer with the floor creaking, intensifying the suspense, but deciding to take her time she opened it once again, writing something in a rush.
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“Listen, I’ll send you my help to find that diary, ok?”
“What? What do you mean ‘I’ll send you my help’? Can’t you clarify?”
“I need to go, Charlie, I’m in a hurry. You’ll find my guardian where my diary is in the room, ok?”
Margaret fleet in the distance, leaving him with no time to say anything.
“Margo! Damn you! Always doing it your own way.”
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The door to the room bathing in sunlight opened and a man walked in.
“Good day, Ms. Margaret. The food is ready, we’re waiting.”
A tall figure stood in the doorway, halfway in. His deep voice broke the silence and solitude and was continued by him uncomfortably staring at the ground.
“You two can wait.” – she said and sat back down. He glanced at her once again and closed the door.
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Atlas was running through the open field – a new part of the forest was discovered by the group.
“Hey, look!” – a little girl screamed; The sky was totally occupied by the birds.
“Something’s not right here.” – Isaac stated standing by Smith. He was in his 40’s but looked younger.
“What is it?” – Smith asked.
“Birds… They do not fly south this time of the year, something is happening.”
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The sky caught her attention. Birds, freely flying, brought her to walk to the window near the balcony – the window was almost as big as the door leading to it.
“Wow.” – she said quietly. The Sun, standing near the horizon, was ready to disappear into the unknown, to be substituted by its grey sister. Mesmerized by their dance she unconsciously started imitating them, walking to the balcony, and flipping her hands desperately. Wings slowly started showing through her skin and feathers around it started forming – beige feathers with brown spots. They rapidly formed leaving even Margaret in shock, but it stopped as the metal corset which appeared to be around her back held it in place. And as she looked back at the sky, in despair – the birds were in the distance, not recognizing her existence even slightly anymore, heading right to the south.
“Why, God…” – her mouth uttered, shaking from frustration with head dropping low under the moody evening sky colored in dark blue tones.
Chapter 5
A sad smile appeared on his face as he was looking out of the car window, at the sea standing motionless and the horizon above it; owls were hooting nearby.
“Everything’s good, Atlas, don’t worry. Just going to be in there for 15-20 minutes and we’ll come back.”
“Come on, Josey. Where are you at?!” – he thought to himself.
A car came closer on the left side, colored in the orange colors of the Sun. It was Josephine, looking at him, smiling. She rolled down her window and Smith rolled it down simultaneously.
“Hey. How’re you doing? Let’s check it out, don’t really have a lot of time today, got to go to the cinema.” – she said loudly.
“Cinema? What are you, in your teens?”