Fly Back to Me
© lokepub
Prologue
“Don’t forget to read the message at the bottom.”
I smile as I extract the stainless-steel ring from the velvet slot, examining the metal wings between my thumb and forefinger. My grin widens across a few silent moments, and then I’m placing the jewelry on the table to lift the insert in the gift box.
The end of one story is the beginning of a new one.
Wings symbolize the ability to fly.
But do they always fly you to the destination you were meant for?
I guess time will tell.
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