‘It’s just a pigeon,’ said the girl. ‘Let it die.’

The boy lifted it with gentle hands. It was too weak to struggle. He could feel its heartbeat against his fingertips. ‘It just needs help, that’s all.’

He nursed it day and night. Warmed it by a lamp, cleaned its wounds. Fed it from his hand. Every day it grew stronger. And larger.

After a week, it was the size of a cat. A month, a dog. It gazed at him with adoring eyes. And one day, it would carry him into the sky.

#microfiction #TootFic

@vicorva Hi!! This was really cool. I run a Mastodon fan page on fb to encourage more people to leave, and this just reminded me that I haven't featured anything from the microfiction hashtag yet. May I please screenshot and feature this as the first? I could leave your handle in or out, your choice. Thank you so much!

@Nightmancore Thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed it.

That would be fine. Please leave my handle in and credit it to Victoria Corva please?


@vicorva Absolutely, thank you! I'll give you the link when I'm done.

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Une instance se voulant accueillante pour les personnes queers, féministes et anarchistes ainsi que pour leurs sympathisant·e·s. Nous sommes principalement francophones, mais vous êtes les bienvenu·e·s quelle que soit votre langue.

A welcoming instance for queer, feminist and anarchist people as well as their sympathizers. We are mainly French-speaking people, but you are welcome whatever your language might be.