Frankie:
The moment the wolves alerted me to the presence of another, a presence they felt the need to protect me from, I used my wings to carry me into the storm, dropping me at Clyde's truck, where I waited for Darcel to take me home.
A chill had settled over me, one I blamed on the rain instead of the day I had.
I leaned my head against the glass, watching each drop fall to the earth with intention. Each tiny droplet having such a great purpose made me jealous. A moment that faded when I realized I was more envious of the clouds that released the rain. Their freedom is vast up there, and no one can judge, be rude, or cause harm. It's just peace... Something I crave.
"Oh, Frankie. Come here." Darcel's words made me realize I was crying again. He climbed into the truck, pul……
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