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Daffodil 9, Skylight 20: Fledgeling
Author: Kat
Title: Fledgeling
Story: In the Heart
Colors: Daffodil 9 (baby animals), skylight 20 (goddamn pigeons!)
Supplies and Materials: Canvas, photography, postcard, pastels (30 Day Writing Challenge, Write a scene without any dialogue), glitter (School Prayer by Diane Ackerman)
Word Count: 179
Rating: G
Summary: Ivy and pigeons.
Warning: none.
Notes: Four today, so sorry. At least they're all short?
When Ivy was very little, barely walking, she and her mother lived in a small apartment at the very top of a building. It was nice to stand up in her crib, press her nose to the glass of the window in her bedroom and look out across the city, the dark slashes of birds wheeling across the silver skyscrapers. Mom never stopped her, just smiled and let her stay there as long as she liked.
The birds circled on the winds together, found sticks and scraps of fabric, and built nests on her windowsill. Ivy watched them bill and coo and curl up with each other, beaks on backs. She watched the little white eggs that appeared one day, watched them hatch into small pink and black blobs, watched those blobs become something that might one day be a bird. She cried all night when they first flew, afraid for those little birds she’d watched grow up, and laughed with joy the next morning, when all of them came back.
She never could understand why people hated pigeons.
Title: Fledgeling
Story: In the Heart
Colors: Daffodil 9 (baby animals), skylight 20 (goddamn pigeons!)
Supplies and Materials: Canvas, photography, postcard, pastels (30 Day Writing Challenge, Write a scene without any dialogue), glitter (School Prayer by Diane Ackerman)
Word Count: 179
Rating: G
Summary: Ivy and pigeons.
Warning: none.
Notes: Four today, so sorry. At least they're all short?
When Ivy was very little, barely walking, she and her mother lived in a small apartment at the very top of a building. It was nice to stand up in her crib, press her nose to the glass of the window in her bedroom and look out across the city, the dark slashes of birds wheeling across the silver skyscrapers. Mom never stopped her, just smiled and let her stay there as long as she liked.
The birds circled on the winds together, found sticks and scraps of fabric, and built nests on her windowsill. Ivy watched them bill and coo and curl up with each other, beaks on backs. She watched the little white eggs that appeared one day, watched them hatch into small pink and black blobs, watched those blobs become something that might one day be a bird. She cried all night when they first flew, afraid for those little birds she’d watched grow up, and laughed with joy the next morning, when all of them came back.
She never could understand why people hated pigeons.
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(Also, though, this made me laugh because my Middle Sis lived in a flat at the top of a (small) London block and she would not be vibing with this pigeon love, lol. She had a balcony and tried to grow things there & the pigeons wanted to live there instead, so she had a full on pigeon war for ages. They are her nemeses! XD)
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Thank you!! and big smile re: four <3