Mistress Vogel
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Flash Fiction


Rochita Loenen-Ruiz


"Here's how we'll do it," my mistress said.

She trapped light dancing in through her window, traced the patterns of exotic blossoms onto thin parchment, a dash of cerulean blue - silver shadow tipped the wing. White feathers floated in through the casement - she caught and pressed them onto the page


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