This week's picture prompt is by Simone Pinna, a self-taught Italian artist, known particularly for Erotic Faires, so be careful clicking that link - it is definitely NSFW! Though this link should only go to the picture that I am using as a prompt. Despite the riskee nature, there's some incredible art and talent!
A dabble into the concept of getting wings being a trend.
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Mutant
She went up on
tiptoes, craning to see her ankles in the full-length mirror. She hoped they
looked better than they felt; she hadn’t anticipated them being so painful. She
thought that getting your wings would be delightful, maturing and completing.
But she felt none of those things; she felt disappointed, ignorant and naive.
She believed from here on out she would be blissfully
happy, but if the pain of the fitting into the ankles was this bad, she dreaded
to think what the pain in the back would feel like. No one had talked about
that, they had only talked about the delight of flying. They didn’t talk about
what it took to get there.
Still, she could flutter them, even if it
was sore and it made them bleed. They looked pretty. She just had to tolerate a
few days of discomfort. But it did make her think twice about how quickly she
was going to get her back wings fitted – although how stupid would she look if
she walked around for months with just ankle wings? She would only be able to hover
above the ground for a couple of minutes before falling flat on her face. No,
she had to suck it up and go ahead with her plans for the operation the
following week, and get all the pain over in one go.
She hoped that once it was done she would
get over her stupid vertigo too. None of her mates had a problem launching
themselves off cliffs, and she put that down to them already having their wings
for years. They’d had parents that had been able to afford to get them fitted
when they were young, so they could grow into them – although it did mean they’d
had to have corrective surgery a few times too. At least she would only need to
go through it once now she was fully grown.
She tried not to think about how bad her
vertigo had got when Belito had taken her out last month. She’d held onto him
as he’d taken them to a secluded spot for a bit of romance, but it had taken
all her willpower to stop herself going into full blown panic. She’d tried to
hide it from him, but he’d known, and when he’d dumped her the following week
he’d called her an archaic mutant.
She looked at her ankles in the mirror. She
felt more of a mutant now. Did everyone bleed this badly? She didn’t dare ask.
She didn’t want to be seen as weak or find out she was the freak. It was bad
enough living to this age without wings.
She dabbed at the blood, which was still
trickling out. She hoped they wouldn’t get infected. She’d go to the shop and
get some ointment today, and maybe visit the cliff, see if she still felt the
same. It wouldn’t be long before she’d be taking her own maiden flight. She
needed to get used to it. Things would improve – they had to.
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