Copyright – E.A. Wicklund
This is the prompt for the Friday Fictioneers Challenge-write a story using only 100 words inspired by the prompt. My contribution follows.
The fool. Standing so close to the edge of the water. We evolved wings for a reason. We belong in the sky.
I swoop down, furious at his foolishness. My cries resonate over the crashing waves. He turns and spreads his wings, trying to make himself look bigger. Pathetic.
I peck and buffet with my wings, trying to save him. Trying. He fights me, never leaving the ground. The roar comes and I ascend. He never sees the metal beast that takes his life. We belong in the sky.
Monsters dwell on land.