beaming | keith kogane

prologue

AND ALL OF A SUDDEN I was flying, pink wings beating rhythmically against the air as I sped down the sidewalk. People shouted, screamed, and squealed as they avoided the blur of pink flurry heading their way. My jacket flapped against the wind, the zipper barely grazing my right hip in the process. I hissed, feeling chills swipe against my skin.

I bit down on my tongue, knowing that there was more of a serious situation at hand as I tried to calm myself down. I stared below me, blinking. It felt weird not having any footing, my sneakers practically floating midair. However, that didn't matter right now.

My jacket didn't matter.

Neither did the fact that I could feel my sneakers slowly slipping off.

Or the possibility that my new wings could give out at any moment.

All that mattered to me now was the girl limply laying in my arms.