It was all set, soon we would become empty nesters. It was sad to see them leave, and I knew we would miss them, but they had to go and start new lives and families of their own. I am sure we would see them from time to time and for visits on birthdays and holidays.
One bright sunny July morning we all woke up and I knew it was the day to teach the little ones how to fly.
Okay kids it’s flying day and we’re all going to go together. Watch what I do and follow me.
© Susan Zutautas 2020
Written for a flash fiction challenge over at Carrot Ranch.
In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about a first flight. It can be anything or anyone that flies. What is significant about the first? Go where the prompt leads!
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Lovely!
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Thanks!
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I was good to see something new from you come up in my feed. I hope this means a regular diet of writings from Susan!
Happy Sunday my friend!
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Thanks, Bill. No promises but I sure hope so 🙂
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Yea, always sad when they leave. But wonderful to have the nest all to yourself!
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True 🙂
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I love your response, Susan, a mix of human and bird empty nesters.
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Thanks so much, Norah!
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Wonderful! Yep, you teach them, then some day they do it alone and you are so glad and proud and sad to see them go, all at once.
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Thanks, Mimi!
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