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They were removed without question, with a startlingly brisk efficiency, as she snipped the umbilical cord. It was for the best but tortuously painful. Our joint cries rose up into the room and seemingly strengthened the maternal bond.

I wondered where they were as I fed him that night in the hospital bed. Watching thin feathered wisps of smoke from the incinerator soar across the city skyline. I hoped they’d given them to someone who needed a pair.

Two years later. He was back there.
Breathing complications.
He never saw the sky again and I never got my wings back.

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    Neville Hunt over 6 years ago

    Oh dear. This sounds tragic. Really well written, Lisa. Lots for me to think about and around!

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    Lisa Williams over 6 years ago

    Just a story- written for a prompt exercise- the word was 'Wings'. Thank you

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    S J Gunn over 6 years ago

    Yes, I agree with Neville. Very thought provoking. Well written Lisa. :-)

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    Lisa Williams over 6 years ago

    Thank you SJ, appreciate all your reads, likes and comments today X

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