Small, brown-clad, zip-lining across the city skyline, the bird-like acrobat would alight on the tiniest ledge. Clip on, push off, hurtling through the topmost branches of the urban jungle. But tempted, the bird became a cat, a peeping tom. His wings were clipped and now The Sparrow flies no more.
50 word story, written in response to Paula Light‘s Three Things Challenge: PL51
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Oh no! I’d like to give the Sparrow a hug. x
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Oh, nicely done, Chris. Hugs!
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Great little story! Vivid and bittersweet 🙂
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