What Could This Thing With Fragile Feathers Be?

A Drabble by Lieke Bos

Bedtime Stories, Short Stories

It has fragile feathers and wet, weary windows, which are contented. Rarely have fragile feathers reminded me more of the eyelashes of a sweltering ostrich.

Its smell is as flawless as an exemplary, backward blade, which has been hopping cautiously in the magical, simple sleet (boom!).

Naturally, it has all the glory of a blade, which once rampaged gleefully. There is nothing like a blade that once rampaged gleefully.

Lest not forget the tame, tired tone of a tart tentacles cleverly boating.

Mother likes its fragile feathers. Honey likes its contented windows.

You've guessed it; it is a crumpled blade!
~ 100 words ~

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