<P><B><JC>My Wings</JC>
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<P>I woke up one morning and found out I had wings.
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<P>I was mildly surprised, since discovering I have wings is not something that happens every morning. Not for me, at least.
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<P>They didn't look much out of the ordinary. They were pretty big, with light brown feathers, the same colour as my hair, and protruded from the back of my shoulders.
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<P>I wondered how long they'd been there. The obvious answer was that I had grown them overnight, but somehow I had the feeling they'd been there longer; that I just hadn't noticed them before.
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<P>I flapped them a couple of times testily. They seemed to work, for I was lifted a few inches above the ground with each swing. I wondered if people would notice...
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<P>I pulled on a pair of pants and walked out the door, down the stairs and out onto the street. There were a lot of people there considering it was only 8 a.m., but on the other hand it was saturday.
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<P>Nobody looked at me as I walked down the street. Nobody noticed my wings, and nobody cared I wore no shirt; the wings were in the way. I decided to try and catch their attention, and started flapping my wings. Before I was even trying, I was lifted into the air. High up over the streets, and even above the roofs of the tall buildings, I soared.
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<P>I felt the wind in my hair, but it was a different wind. Up here, it was fresher, more bitter. I was a little cold, but the sun was baking, so it wasn't that bad. I took a deep breath through the nose; the air smelled cleaner up here. It probably wasn't.