All Who Fly Are Not Ducks

All in a row, they stretched their little wings as far as they would reach.

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“Come on my little ducklings, field trip today,” Ms. Avion said.

The children fell into a single-file line, just as they had practiced. They have been looking forward to this day since school began.

The baseball stadium was chosen for the open space they would need to accelerate.

They scrambled to their places and chattered nervously.

“Benji, please demonstrate,” She instructed the older student.

They watched, ready for their turns.

“Now you try.” She said while spreading her own wings.

All in a row, they stretched their little wings as far as they would reach.

She smiled as she watched each one, in turn, gather speed and begin their ascension.

– Written for Microcosms (15). Prompts were Duckling/Baseball Stadium/Fantasy. WC 110

Author: LearaWrites

I am a voice actor, an artist, a photographer, and a writer, not necessarily in that order. I love animals and the ocean. I have an AA in Fine Arts and a BA in Psychology. I am an observer, a storyteller, a dreamer.

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