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As a child, Eza hadn’t realized she lived on an island. Or rather, she pictured all places like this, surrounded by ocean. That you could always walk the shore long enough to return to your beginning.
But now she’d been to the big land. You could walk for days, weeks, and never find the opposite shore. If there was one. Her powers had felt so dim, so useless.
How could Eza protect her people from those who lived such dry lives? People who’d fight not only on the water but here, in the mountains?
They say you can teach a bird to swim easier than teach a fish to fly. She was a fish by birth, by culture, and by training. She begged the ocean to accept this new training, to share her with the sky.
Eza spread her arms, casting the wind beneath them, praying herself buoyant.
Word count: 150. Written for this week’s What Pegman Saw. Big thanks to Josh and Karen for hosting this great writing challenge. This week, Pegman takes us to Taunoa in French Polynesia. Such gorgeous ocean views and landscapes I found there! Click on the link to see what images others found, and the stories they inspired. And as always, feel free to jump in and write your own!
This is my first flash fiction piece in many weeks, and it’s great to be back. I’m still recovering from emergency eye surgery over four weeks ago. I’m doing much better, but my eye is already aching from writing and reading as much as this has taken, so it might be a while before I can read everyone else’s stories and comment on them. For anyone interested in the gory details, see my post: Me Versus Eye Surgery.