Double thanks this week to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for both hosting the FF crew and for this week’s photo prompt.
Still They Come – 100 words
No fledgling knows that life will be this way.
The battle for yesterday won; conquerer am I. I claim the air I breathe. My heartbeat, home, and history. Mine. For now.
But still they come. The hours, minutes, seconds of this day. This battle yet unfought; these weapons still untried. These wings still wet, not yet unfurled.
My hand grasps leather-banded hilt; the blade seeks flesh, but whose? A voice—a lie—says I am the enemy.
A beam of morning sunlight dries my feathers.
I shake. I fly.
Heartbeat, home, and history. Still mine. I will not yield.