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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