He looked above at the sky and felt a yearning he had never experienced before. He wanted to suddenly grow wings and take off towards the heavens. To soar above fields, cities and mountains, to circle the immaculate clouds, to hover over lakes gently touching the water. To feel alive and absolutely free.
He closed his eyes and felt exactly that. For a second or two, until he opened them and looked down, and the cruel reality that was his wheel chair settled in.
Archive note: first published April 25, 2008, lightly copyedited for spacing (no wording changed).
Part of the Early Fragments: 2007–2008 collection.
© MrWiseguy. Originally published 10:30 PM.
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