All I've ever really known is the ground. If I have been in the sky before, I do not remember it. It looks very lovely, and definitely less dirty than down here. That's okay, I like the ground. It is solid and sturdy, and it has an amazing view of the sky...
I know that I am different from the Pondus. They know that I am an Angel. There are many obvious differences between the two races, but neither of us seem to let that get in the way. Unlike the Angels in the sky, the Pondus on the ground accept me for who I am: an outcast; an unwanted; a cripple.
Despite all that, I find myself gazing upwards with desire more than I care to admit. The other Angels are always wearing smiles, playing games, paying no mind to the ground or the Pondus. I wish they would look down here just once, and maybe teach me how they soar.
They catch me looking at the sky again. "Hey, Blondie!" the one on my left leg calls, "Get your head out of the clouds!"
I turn my attention away from up there and bring it back to the ground, where my Pondus are getting impatient. The ones on my arms are going limp, their way of telling me that they want me to sit. I oblige and place myself on the ground, where the ones on my legs are whispering and snickering. This is an activity that we participate in frequently; sitting and chatting, laughing about the ridiculousness of flying and the selfishness of the Angels. They are all talking, but my mind is elsewhere.
"I want to fly," I tell them.
The one on my left leg sighs. "You can't fly," she reminds me, "You don't have any wings."
I glance at my wings briefly before frowning and letting them droop. "No," I agree, "I suppose not."
"You can't fly," the one on my right leg demands, "You're mine and the sky can't have you!"
"I won't leave you," I promise.
The ones on my arms don't say anything. They are too busy.
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Fly From Bondage
Short StoryA short story about an angel who wants to fly, but is being held down by her weights. She knows she can't fly with them dragging her down, but can she really leave them? Or is she afraid to fly?
