She held the rope and felt the sky. As it picked her from her feet. She tasted salt and summer air as she fled the town's square. The boy just down the road saw her flying there.
He ran inside to grab his wings, behind his hateful mirror. His reflection laughed, "What?! Wings on you?!" And cackled till he cracked. The boy, discourged left the image and returned to holding rope. Then, like a snake it wrapped its self around his tender waist. He pulled, he tugged, but never won, the tug-a-war against rope.
As dawn became dusk The boy gave up, content to face his fate. When suddenly the rope gave way. The girl with wings had cut him free! Then, hand in hand she lifted him as wings grew down his back. As side by side they left the square, each with wings on their backs.
This is a story written by my friend, I just thought I'd share it.
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