Postcard-sized flash fiction about the things we think we know about others, life, death, and everything in between. And it all starts with an image...

Blue Like You

In the beginning of the world, there was a bird, small and ugly, waddling on the ground, unaware it had wings. It sang to the blue skies, voice soaring and dipping, longing and magic-infused in every note. This went on for days and then weeks

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