The very first time she flew, it hardly felt significant. It was as she was strolling along the beach at Cape Cod, watching the waves break in a frothy white line of exuberance. For a wild minute she longed to be as free, and her mind simply obeyed her wish, letting her rise above the suddenly lighter air. She took in a deep breath, and the moment passed. Nearby were her parents, wary eyes scanning the horizon. It would not do to defy normalcy in front of their very eyes, that much she knew.
So it was that Angela came to know she could fly, and others couldn’t. That night she snuck out and tested her newfound ability, soaring over the ocean and in between the rocks. It was dark and deserted, but she only felt reassured by the fact. But soon they moved further inland, and nothing inspired her the way the waves did. Try as she did, she simply could not fly when away from the ocean.
As more and more settlers arrived, Angela realized that this was a secret she must guard at all costs, for her life in this new land was uncertain, and the world was dangerous. Why she felt this she could not tell you, but feel it she did. So much as she longed to spread her arms and feel the wind in her face from the Birds’ Land, she stayed away from the ocean that was rapidly gaining crowds, and kept to herself, sad and quiet. Until one day she heard of a vast blue ocean out west, wild and unkempt, unseen by most men, and certainly by all women. A promised land. A heaven to fly in, unnoticed, unbothered. And so she set off.
…to be continued
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