The end of a flight

The air was filled with the smoke and stench of the burning craft. It felt like a sanctity – the sanctity of this previously untouched space in yellow rock and sparse forest – had been desecrated. Death had trespassed, and its surly presence lingered. I, the eagle above, noticed.

– Niebla ( © 2009 )

Written using seven words from Café Writing: air, burning, craft, eagle, sanctity, space, surly, trespass.

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About niebla

I wish to remain clear of details. My words shall lift the veil.
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3 Responses to The end of a flight

  1. Gemma says:

    “I the eagle” ~ a powerful final affirmation of a dynamic persona! Fascinating piece!

  2. A~Lotus says:

    Wow, you’re able to use those words in a few sentences! Flash fic, for sure. Powerful in imagery. I really enjoyed reading this. Thank you! 🙂

  3. First, your words are always so powerful, that whenever I come here, I am awestruck.

    Second, please accept my apologies for taking SO long to visit.

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