Chapter 1: Winged Wonder

A short excerpt only because this is a short, short story :)

There are eyes on its wings. Many have this subterfuge somewhere upon them, out there in the wilds, and therefore the concept is not exactly strange. Used to fool predators, it is an effective tool of disguise. But this is not a creature of the wilds.

What is this Winged Wonder?

Taken from FingerNale tales, this quick read tells the tale of a man at an intersection seeing a man, a creature, an angel perhaps, in the crowd waiting to cross.

The strange, the weird, the wonderful and the supernatural is all around us.

THERE ARE EYES on its wings. Many have this subterfuge somewhere upon them, out there in the wilds, and therefore the concept is not exactly strange. Used to fool predators, it is an effective tool of disguise. But this is not a creature of the wilds.

This is a …

That is the problem - what is it?

This is not the wild either. I am standing here at the corner of a high-rise building, seeking escape from the frigid wind howling through this city, and this winged wonder does not belong here.

There it is, waiting at the crossing for the lights to change, as if it is the most everyday thing. Crossing a busy intersection may be every day, but it certainly is not. Surrounded by a host of commuters, it waits as if nothing is out of the ordinary. How is it they do not see what stands beside them? Are we all so blind now to our surroundings that we no longer notice the extraordinary?

WINGED WONDER