Blink
Song: None... slow song ideas, GO!
(A/N: So it is with this last day of break that I relinquish my freedom to schoolwork once again. *sigh* Random fact, though: My birthday is Easter this year! It's also my Padre's birthday, too...)
A/N: ALSO, I'm very sorry but I am SWAMPED with promts/requests. If you are, however, REEEAAALLLY wanting me to do a chapter, please MESSAGE it. I'll only do ones from now on that are messaged. Thanks!
Nudge
I spun through the air, the warm fog coating the air with a layer of metallic sheen. Occasionally, I would come across such moments as this with profound meaning, but right now...the solitude was golden. The sun was blocked from view as more rolling puffs of cloud shifted and churned in my direction. In hindsight, it was probably better that I return from my flight. My absence would eventually be noticed, and ventures such as these would be non-elevating to my trust position. I knew that the Flock didn't rank me high on their trust lists. My hand flew to my neck, there on it was strung a small, silver bead in the shape of a feather. It was a new metal, something referred to as Metavle. It stayed cold when you were alone, and warm when you were with those that you loved. My life was so...weird, that I didn't even remember its giver. I just treasured the object and cradled it close to me, curled into my fist. A humid, warm gust of wind peeled past me, and I let it smack me full-force in my face. The air would be softer with the particles of floating water, unlike the frigid blows that could make me shiver in spite of myself. Far in the horizon, the sun was dipping low. The sky was dyed shades of unmatched color like a batch of laundry all mixed up. Up here, the fields looked like patchwork quilts, stitched together with fine twists of gray road and sandy bits of gravel driveways. And the air was fresh, unused, and free of the dense smog that clung to the world below. A gray haze of mass, it loomed and drifted nowhere. It simply stayed a reminder of what people were doing to the planet. I thought of all the little people, watching the sunset with increased curiosity, not knowing that the layer of their folly prevented them from seeing…..truly seeing what it was that they watched. I strayed a little from my intended path, sweeping low over a forest. The lonely, downcast hoots of an owl reached my ears before the sound waves were ripped away, with me at the speed I had obtained. The haunting, shaking howls of a wolf coaxed me to land. I did, softly floating down onto a patch of soft, fuzzy moss. The wolf was far from home territory, its coat black and charcoal. An Artic wolf. I usually had a way with animals, so I edged closer to the creature, who stared at me with unblinking, unusual blue eyes. I tentatively reached out to it, letting it nudge me with its muzzle. I instantly named it Blink. I don't know why, I just did. Maybe it was because my life was nothing but a blink at that time, or maybe because I knew that if I blinked, the wolf would scatter away, frightened by human touch. The animal's coat was drenched and cold, and snow was matted in its tail. It was summer; why was the snow hung there in its fur? I braced myself to ask it this question absently when it vanished. The trees nearby swayed as if it had dashed farther down the path than I could follow.
Maybe it had.
Perhaps it hadn't, but I would never know.