For Sunday Scribblings 2 where our prompt is Wings, and Magpie Tales
He changed. Not by a little, the change was dramatic. We’d watched him, sloth like, as he moved slowly from place to place seemingly unaware of the world around him. His dull grey pallor blending into his colourless surroundings. You'd hardly have noticed him.
He disappeared for a while, we know not to where. But when he returned he'd changed beyond all recognition. He'd shed his coat of grey, and instead of skulking in the shadows, he basked in the warmth of the sun. You couldn't help but notice him as he outshone everything around him.
Then one day with a stroke of his multicoloured wings he rose into the sky and danced among the sunbeams. The change was complete.
That's a change I can appreciate! Here's a question: Which came first? The change? Or the wings?
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This sounds like a real metamorphosis. I think you feel like that when you have met the right woman. A rare event of course!
ReplyDeleteWe don't notice grey until colour comes...even if it is fleeting i hope it reaches all of us...I am glad he flew away in colour
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