Onlookers throng the castle’s ramparts. The weight of expectation threatens to pull the birdman from his perch.
Have I made a mistake?
“See you in France!” he forces out. His wax wings shudder.
Orange shafts of light split the sky behind the Fife hills and the birdman jumps into nothing.
Written for the Scottish Book Trust’s 50 Word Fiction competition (“Sunrise” June 2021)
