Sunday

Taking Stock (172 Words)



She sits on the cliff top assessing her lot in life.

 All things considered it’s not a bad life she's got for herself here down on the Cornish coast, her sister lives in the city, surviving on hand outs. Living from other people’s hands to her mouth.

It’s a beautiful day, not a cloud in the sky and out past the breakers the ocean is still and serene.  She loves living by the sea its where she feels she belongs. The sounds and smells calm her, it can be a cruel and an unforgiving mistress but the rewards are more than worth it.

Out in the distance she can see a trawler reeling in its nets, soon it'll turn back towards the shore, heading home with its daily haul.

She stands up, stretches her legs, looks at the beach below and dives off. Falling like a stone, the sand and rocks rushing towards her. At the last second she opens her wings and sails out, soaring over the waves.

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