Silver wings

Silver wings

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As she walks across the soft grass with her frail bare feet, she leaves some sort of sorrow, with anyone near her having their stomach sink. She looks around for people nearby and doesn't see the young child hiding in the bushes not far behind her. She lifts her arms, closes her eyes, and turns her head to the sky. The ground rumbles as black feathers come out of the two small slits on the back of her long white dress. A look of excruciating pain fills her face as her arms cling to her sides and blood seeps from the holes bearing the black feathers. Her legs collapse and she falls to the ground with no strength left to give to her efforts. The young child runs away from the bushes with fear swelling in her heart.
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