A
Little Night Flying
Ignoring
the splinters in his knees, Timmy peered into the rafters.
They
were here! He had risen at dawn for days, following them a little further each
time.
In
the gathering twilight, he could hear faint eager squeaks, welcoming him.
They
would fly soon. He edged onto the parapet; his dream about to be realised.
This was written for 55 Word Challenge 30
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