Fiction: Group 4
Her mother nodded, eyes creased ever so slightly. “Alright then… You know what, I know this lovely place
where you can see other birds… I can take you there tomorrow, but only if you promise you won’t try to
do what you did today again.”
Cecelia hummed softly. “I promise. Is it a pretty place?”
“Shall I tell you about it? Well, it’s a place where all the grass grows green and tall, and all the birds fly
together and sing together to each other…”
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Rrrrrrr. Rrrrrrr.
The eagle nested its head into the dead bass fish, pecking at its prey contentedly. It was a brand new day,
and the fire had miraculously gone out.
Above in the sky, the sun was rising high up into the clouds, glowing with an otherworldly light. Although
the landscape was still charred and blackened, a few birds had begun to flock in the sky and chirp happily to
each other.
And the eagle below - it was quietly observing its surroundings while finishing off its meal. And when it
had finished, it spread its impressive wings, and with a loud
caw,
carried itself proudly into the air, flying off
into the daylight. And all that was left of the presence of the eagle was a small pile of polished bones and
traces of vanishing red in the water.
