Realization Dawning

An entry for the Feb 2011 Ronnies. It’s a Wings of Desire kind of thing.

Ariel leaps from the steeple. Her gold dress, soaked. Her black hair swirling in the wind.

She disappears from view.

No body is ever found.

A single white feather drifts slowly down in the morning light and lands on the statue of Goethe.

A bell rings, almost beyond the range of human hearing.


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