| I kind of wondered what would happen if I got shook lose. I, like so many like me, were comfortable. Secure. No cares. No thought about being set free. An eye opener for sure to discover I am by myself. Stopping here one day and there another. Going to where the wind takes me. Never knowing where I will set down for the night or will I become a comfort in another’s bed. Will something hang me up, or will I just continue to float on the breeze? I guess that is what being a feather is all about. |  |
Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Prompt - August 10, 2016 - write a story about something or someone that is transient.
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