One of the games we used to play was asking someone if they’d rather have wings or be able to become invisible. My answer was always the same: I’d have wings. I imagined spreading them and soaring into the sky, circling high above, feeling the wind in my feathers – the idea alone made me happy.
Not anymore. I bet if I unexpectedly grew wings, they would follow me with helicopters. They are following me everywhere, and I would give anything in the world to disappear off their radar and become invisible. Anything, even my wings.
Was it ever a possibility to be both invisible and have wings? Seems to me that would be the best way to escape.
Comment by Matthew — April 28, 2007 @ 7:47 pm
It’s too bad, really- it does seem like there is no room for wings anymore in our society.
Comment by Regina Clare Jane — April 28, 2007 @ 9:10 pm
I like Matthew’s idea! Great take on the prompt.
Comment by JHS — April 29, 2007 @ 6:48 am
They’d follow you until the next latest greatest oddity came by.
just like “A Very Old Man With Enormous Wings” by Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Comment by Marcia — April 29, 2007 @ 5:43 pm