The Friday Fictioneer Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo.
Photo copyright Lucy Fridkin
Sisters of the Sky
Joyce’s dream was always some variation of the same subject: she flew high above the city, circling the skyscrapers. She felt her smooth feathers, hollow bones, the uplifting wind.
As usual, a phoenix appeared on her left; on her right, a gryphon. Sisters of the sky. Together they flew towards the horizon. Each night she left them, returned to the city, woke up, went on with her life.
One night, she decided not to turn back. Wingtip to wingtip they soared into the east, screaming in solidarity. Joyce wondered if she would wake up in the morning. She thought not.
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It's a long story ... 
I like the magical aspect of this story.
If I’m reading this it’s the ultimate magical death. Very imaginative
Nicely written. Loved the line “Wingtip to wingtip they soared into the east, screaming in solidarity.”
Very nice story, Tresha. Lots of metaphors.
Here — have a go at my story and write a couple of comments. I have gotten a lot of them this weekend and I want to hear yours. The story, as it seems, is quite open-ended. Tell me what YOU think of it.
I agree this story has a magical, poetic feel about it. Lovely description, Tresha. I could see it happening. I also doubt she’ll wake up. 🙂 — Suzanne