They chose Earth. Chose a human child.
Though her mind began dark, she, my host, became my home.
As she grew, I learned how her brain worked completely, every single firing synapse that surrounded me.
I even stepped her back off a cliff once.
That was a fight.
She didn’t want to stay. They wanted to extract me, to let her do her thing, find me another host.
That was then.
Matured, I return to Earth in a form of my choosing, feathers soft and powerful.
She’s waiting at that cliff edge.
We’ll soar this time.
© 2021 Rebecca Glaessner
July 8, 2021, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story that features feathers. It can be a single feather or more. Where did the feather come from? Does it hold meaning to the character or story? Go where the prompt leads!
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