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Michela Walters’s Picture Choice: Both
Title: Flying High
The fresh breeze blowing in her hair was always the first sense to be awakened when she got out on that swing. It whirled around her, giving her a thrill as the smell of tar, asphalt and exhaust wafted around her perch. The scent was a distinct difference from the usually sickly sweet rose water perfume her husband liked so much. When she was soaring, her heart always filled with elation as she swung across the city, from skyscraper to skyscraper, like a regular ol’ spider man.
Sitting high above the city every night, she dreamt of being larger than life. Her stomach always dropped with every push out over the ledge; the feeling of flying was simply spectacular. She craved the rush of adrenaline that coursed through her veins. She seemed to only be able to capture the feeling when she was asleep. Back in her consciousness, she was a trapped soul, her body ravaged by disease leaving her to survive and live only in her dreams. She was a lifeless body, her ability to move and speak hampered so greatly, she could barely blink to get her point across. Some days, it was even too difficult to do that, and instead she had to put up with her husband’s constant droning of a story she didn’t want to hear but was unable to tune out. So here she lived, swinging above the city she remembered, her freedom to do all she loved still within her grasp. Whenever possible she closed her eyes and traveled to her ledge, the only place where she was still truly alive.
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Michela Walters is a wife, mother and book enthusiast. She is currently attempting her hand at writing her first romantic fiction novella. You can read her other stories on her blog: michelawalters.wordpress.com
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