Chapter 53: Wings
“Ah, what the hell,” Tabby said out loud. After days of ruminating over Lila’s gift, she opened the box from Alabama and read the hand-painted card again: “You don’t have to die to be an angel.” Crafted from palm leaves, feathers, and ribbons, the white wings were similar to ones Lila wore during her own cancer scare. Only Tabby suspected she herself was in for more than a scare. She put the wings on, left her apartment and walked by the bars along Orange Avenue. Be it catcall, compliment, or gaze — she took it all in as miraculous healing energy.
Storied Orlando is a micro story project by Scottie Campbell. Each story is 100 words or less. Some of the stories are lovely, some less so, but they all want to be told.