“Fly, child.”
“I won’t leave you, Mama.” Wings furled in terror, I stared at the jagged rent in her wing. She couldn’t escape with me.
Pursuit sounded behind us. Mama begged, “Get free, for me. Live, for me. Fly!”
Swallowing grief, I opened my wings and leapt into the sky.
The title for this story was inspired by the title of Maya Angelou’s first autobiography, I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings.
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