Wait A Moment

A short story about wings and soul mates.

The debilitating pain didn't seem to matter in that moment. The sensation of the burning and scorching and some... some Thing tearing its way out of her body at her upper spine. That barely even registered. She wasn't sure if it was because the pain was so great that her brain had shut it all out or because of the utter state of emotional shock she was in. Staring in the mirror, still wet from her shower, she turned around and craned her neck so she could get a view of her back. Two deformed lumps the size of tennis balls but oblong and branching out on the ends slightly were coming out of her back. This wasn't right. Not even close to right. It was impossible. This just didn't happen randomly. You don't just wake up one day, take a shower, and discover that you have started to grow wings. They were tiny, which meant that the emotions that caused them were still small and unsure. They could always go away. Maybe in her brain, somewhere, she had thought that she was in love, subconsciously. But the lightly feathered wings rapidly sprouting from her spine were telling her that she had found her 'soul mate'. She opened the medicine cabinet and downed four pain pills and a sleeping pill all at once. Maybe she could just get some rest and they would be gone when she woke up. She couldn't like that person and they couldn't love her. But that was the only way that this could have happened.

She sat, curled up on the tile floor for an hour waiting for the pills to kick in. When they did she drifted off and only woke up when she heard her phone vibrate loudly and fall off the counter. The battery popped out when it hit the floor. Still groggy from the medicine, she fumbled with the phone and managed to get the battery back in and turn it on. She has missed three calls and two texts, all from the same person. They had left no voice messages.

'Wings.'

'I have wings.'

She had a bit of trouble typing out a response but after about ten minutes of mistypes and auto-corrects she typed up 'Really? That's interesting... I do too.' She hovered over the send button for a long minute, wondering whether or not to send it. She leaned back against the wall but regretted it when her wings, which must have been up to six inches in length by now, got painfully squished between her and the wall. Instead she curled up on her side, piling her towel up under her head for some cushion and furling her wings against her back. She stared at the phone for a few seconds, screwed her eyes shut, and pressed send.

Then she waited.

Author's Note

Tell me what you think of it but keep in mind I have never edited it or made any changes.

Reviews

[Eagle Cruagh]

It is most difficult to review something I have never
seen before. This is completely new to me, but then
it may be new to everyone and that`s what makes it
an interesting creation , instead of just another story.
The writing is exceptional, brisk, stylish and creative.
The story is imaginative, graphic and exciting .
Keep up the exceptional writing.
---- Eagle Cruagh

[Michi]

Thank you so much for your feedback. I really like to try and keep a unique voice in my writing and I'm glad it shows.

[PureHeaven]

Very unique idea. I love how you went about explaining how it happened too, quite heartwarming :)
A great piece, original and intriguing. I'd love to see where you could go with it.

[Keely]

I really liked this. The concept is very unique. I encourage you to write more on this. It could use some minor editing but really that's it. Please keep writing on this story I would love to read it!

[Michi]

Yes, even after posting it I noticed some things that needed to be edited but decided to leave it as-is for now.
I don't really plan to write anything more on it at the time but maybe someday.

[MindIsAnOcean]

This is cute. I like the idea of the wings being some sort of manifestation of two people's love for each other.

[Michi]

Thank you. I always liked the idea of a physical manifestation as a mark of soul mates. I decided to go with wings on a whim.