Blood On An Angels Wing
“You ready? I’m gonna teach you to fly.” I grab my sister’s hand and pull her towards the cliff edge with me she nods hesitantly. She doesn’t like heights.
“So how do I fly?”
“No clue have fun figuring it out!” I let go of her hand and pushed her off the cliff.
“Novaaaae!” She covered her face with her hands as she fell towards the beach fifty feet below.
“What?”
“Huh?” She opened her eyes to see she was fine. “Why you-you can’t just throw people off cliffs!”
“Would you have simply jumped if I asked?”
“Well no, I wouldn’t, but that still doesn’t give you an excuse.”
“Well it worked didn’t it?”
“I-“ she suddenly realized she was hovering a foot off the ground. “I’m-I’m flying! Novae I’m flying!”
“I figured as much you might have suppressed a lot of your power but your instincts remain.”
“I can’t believe I’m flying!” Suddenly she noticed something her back felt strange it felt heavy. She looked behind her to see two beautiful wings. Her eyes lit up with happiness and she squealed with excitement. She flapped her wings and tested them out before long she was soaring through the sky. I simply sat on the beach and enjoyed the sight of her smiling. I had missed so much of her life. I hadn’t been there for her, but I wanted that to change. She flew back to beach and landed next to me then she sat down too. Suddenly she punched me in the shoulder!
“That’s for pushing me off the cliff!”
“Ow! That hurt!” I said as I held my shoulder. She didn’t have to punch so hard. She wrapped her arms tightly around me.
“And that’s for teaching me to fly.”
“Your welcome, I enjoyed teaching you.”
“Oh be quiet.”