Wander on over to Carrot Ranch for this week’s flash fiction and join us as we celebrate cranes–99 words, no more, no less. Cheers, all.
The Boldness of Cranes
Cranes tell us the delight of crisp pickles, bring us babies at prearranged appointments and adorn rice paper bordered with poetry. The birds fly and swoop, skirt ponds and stand in water effortlessly still. Their reflections add milk to still waters, twirling in eddies like bizarre espressos of Lake Michigan.
They march in single lines, chanting, strutting their wings in constrained fury. The air is theirs, they declare; the seas and lakes, too. Their feathers brush against the winds, bouncing up and down rhythmically. A black eye fixates on you. They are aware of your presence. Are you, too?
Peregrine Arc 
Some beautiful language
Thank you for reading!
My pleasure!
I like the line add milk to still waters and the last sentence is perfect. Makes you stop and think.
Thank you and thanks for reading! 🙂
A beautiful and bold flash! This line enchanted me: “Their reflections add milk to still waters, twirling in eddies like bizarre espressos of Lake Michigan.”
The imagery popped into my head and I typed away…