An old fantasy: the flying man. Faust would die for it. The better to study stars, he said. After all, he reasoned, weren’t the heavens more suitable for study by the dead than the living? If a bird may, why not a man? They kept trying.
For some of the women, long trained in the art of dying, flight was one of those things you simply didn’t discuss, like the daily deaths or predawn dreams. Who was asking?
I think my grandmother knew how, as the grandmothers before her also did. It was one of those things that came with death. In certain situations, learning how to die was just another one of those things that one did, for the living.
2 thoughts on “Bird Women”
Love, love this one too. What an awesome idea, Stacey J.! I hate the idea of dying, but doing it for the living. It gives it some merit, now doesn’t it? Only you would think of something like this.
Carolyn, thank you so much for reading. xoxo