She dreamed of getting away from there.
Far, far away.
In her dreams she had the ability to fly. And she would fly out of those huge walls. Those chained gates would offer no resistance.
One day her dream came true. But she didn’t fly out of the orphanage. A young couple came in and wanted to make her their daughter.
They became the angels who gave her the invisible wings to fly.
That’s how she learned to dream more often; because dreams will come true one day.
© Vinitha 2021
This Flash Fiction is written in response to the twenty-sixth edition of Fiction Monday for the word prompt ‘Fly’ and the above picture prompt hosted at Reflections by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell.