Hanging by a Feather

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Feathers in every color, fall from above. One lingers, kisses my palm. Motionless, I marvel at it.

Oh, the possibilities!

“Mama!” She screams. “I’m hungry!”

The feather melts away.

I light one more candle at the altar of lost ideas.

25 thoughts on “Hanging by a Feather

    1. mixedbag Post author

      Thank you, Shailaja. So glad you liked the title. The other one was “down-pour”but it was too punny lol!

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  1. Lisa Shaw

    The alter of lost ideas. OMG. YES. I feel like the size of it has grown and grown since becoming a mom. Loved the use of the prompt here and the sharp turn the story takes at your daughter’s voice.

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    1. mixedbag Post author

      Mine’s grown a lot since we moved to Singapore. She’s home until school starts in January 😭 The altar is growing 🙂 so good to hear from you, Lisa. Hope all is well ❤️

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  2. Nate

    The feather metaphor was interesting and the phrase “melts away” was a good way to tell the reader of the fantasy. May your days contain more time to concentrate soon!

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    1. mixedbag Post author

      Nate, thank you so much. I’d almost replaced “melts away” with “vanishes” to gain a word. Glad I decided against it. Here’s hoping 2018 is a better year, for writing and everything else!

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  3. d3athlily

    This! So much this! Great ideas had a lost because of life and other influences. I loved how beautiful the writing was at the start and then the about-face you made with the daughter’s words.

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  4. Donna-Louise Bishop

    Totally relatable. I came up with three flash fiction ideas yesterday. THREE! I can only vaguely remember one. *sigh*

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