Stormy is the way outta hell #2

Sewing myself a pair of wings.

By night my wings were made. I am the rider of the air. I ate scorpions for dinner. They came at me from the pond but I was faster.

When morning came I waited for the wind but none came. So I took my walk…sighting a mountain ahead…of I could climb the mountain…I would leap from the peak and fly!

And so I did…from the mountain peak I leapt into the hands of the desert wind. And lo…I fly.

High as a bed..my hands were tired of lifting the wings but my spirit was high…I got drunk with happiness…I didn’t see the storm approaching…

PS: this is the second part…I will post the third on Wednesday.

Thank you for reading.


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