* * * * * * * * * There was her face – her familiar face, ash pale now with chock, gazing in utter disbelief out of the glass. And there, lifting high behind her shoulders, was a pair of iridescent gossamer-light wings.
Bella stared at them. They were so beautiful and fine and delicate, stretching behind her like the wings of a dragonfly. She saw her reflection rise in the mirror and felt the rim of the sink fall away from her hands. She looked down and saw that her feet had lifted clear of the floor.
"I'm Flying!" * * * * *