Wings
a Birds of Prey drabble
by Merlin Missy
Copyright 2007
PG
Written for Amilyn in Yuletide 2006.
She remembers flying, the thrill of freefall punctuated with a heart-stopping jerk as her jumpline went taut. She remembers the grit of rooftops and alleys in her hair, the sacramental peace of a shower after a patrol. She remembers the purples and midnight blues in the shadows as she watched the city. She remembers the sour bite of adrenaline as she chased a perp through the night, the tang of blood when one landed a lucky blow.
She remembers.
Then she taps her keyboard and spreads herself out onto the Net, and it's like dropping into thin air, like flying.
