This is my first attempt at Friday Fictioneers and it was an interesting picture prompt for sure! Who doesn’t love the Damselfly?
Wings to Fly
All around me water rushes by, filling the air with a charge and leaving goosebumps on my skin. I sit and soak it in- the echo of what used to be, wishing I didn’t have to be a grown up responsible for my own life. Perched on this rock, the familiar lullaby of my birthplace rings out, and I feel a strange melancholy. I can never return home. Truth be told, I’m not sure I want to even if I could. So I sit, soothed by the familiarity of my youth, gathering the courage to try my wings.