Feathers

• Shayanne Cummings, Grade 6
• Short Story
• 2014

I sat there on the peacock’s back listening to it eat ninch,ninch,nich until one windy day the wind ripped me out of that fascinating bird. I was floating free watching the wind dance and a leaf twirl and swirl landed roughly on a cold faded grey path. I was laying there for days until a rainy day came and an old animal looking thing picked me up. He carefully picked me up but I was slowly tearing apart. We entered a room. The room was old shaped like a bell a bell rang as loud as a peacock stomps. I heard banging and clanging out the back room. An animal type thing yelled out “I am back from my walk” “ok”. I got sticky all of a sudden. Then I was placed gently down. Days flown past very quickly and things coming back and forward. The glossy clear glass shown as a thing picks me up. I hear a loud very loud chime and I went out that brown wooden thing and I can feel the breeze once again. My strains flow one side to the other. I was lifted very high from the ground I felt like I was on a new bird. I went on a ride along a journey that I never been before. I get placed on a sharp hook. I look out a white clear gloss glass as I watch a peacock eat ninch,ninch,ninch. A feather falls of again a new journey will meet again. It feels like I am trapped behind prison bars. -written by Shayanne