We All Have Wings
Early one morning the cheese maker's son found an empty café, but it was far from quiet. A steady drone buzzed from the light fixtures and crashed his ears like car horns. He left before buying anything.
He stumbled into a convenience store, but failed to buy anything there, either.
He meandered through a small park and then settled back in the same café. He sat in the corner and drifted to when he used to pinch wings off insects and watch them run around in circles.
The cheese maker's son thought about his morning. He wondered who pinched off his wings. And he wondered why someone would do such a thing.
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Author's Note
Ever feel this way? I sometimes do.
The title is a slight nod to one of the greatest front men of all time: Michael Hutchence.
Other stories by Foster Trecost
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Nice work, Foster. Yes, I have days like this too.
Pinched wings off insects and watched them run around in circles? That's almost as bad as crushing snails under your feet. Why would someone do such a thing? I'm sure I couldn't say.
I remember a boy who would do this. Always wondered how he would end up.
Fitting.
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Another great collection of cause and effect circles in this one. Well done! Fav.
thought provoking and well defined
Nice job, Foster. fave
Nice piece, Foster. Real.
Frequently. Great piece, Foster!
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A postmodern sense of loss and fragmentation in one tiny package, Fos. Sad and true.*
The ending took me by surprise, but with the "ever felt this way?" "oh, yeah" ache. *
The future's a mystery. The past is history. Grow new wings. Spread them.
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The cheese maker's son! What an idea!
"not sure where to go"--this phrase is misleading. The sentence works better without it, IMO.
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Yes, more often than I ought to. Love this one, Fos.
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I love the cheese-maker's son, it's captivating. I could smell cheese around him. And the bit about the wings-- kind of scary.
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Oh, this sneaks up on you at the end and rips off your wings. Very very good.
I once knew a little boy who would put a baby turtle on his toy that spun around and around. He called his friend "fasty".
which is worse, the wings or the turtle going round?