Five Word Challenge May 21: Insomnia
The seagulls wound out of the sea and took possession of an emergent moon. They were laughing at their sleeplessness. I stood immobile smelling their dripping salt water wings. I wanted to be a seagull. I wanted to drink the sea and leave a wet edge round the moon and be lulled to sleep by other chatty seagulls. My phobic stillness scared me. Long ago they had scared the seagulls too. That's when I had opened their cage and released them into the sea.
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