Short Story: Can I Have Your Feather?
“Can I have your feather?” the boy asked very seriously.
Unlike the other seven birds he asked before, this bird didn’t fly away.
“Why do you want a feather?”
The boy’s eyes widened.
“Uncle said he’ll make a quill for Daddy if I give him a feather,” he told the bird.
“Why does your father want a quill?”
“I don’t know. But Daddy likes quills and it’s his birthday next month.”
The bird scratched her back with her beak.
“Fine. I’ll let you have one.”
The boy smiled. “Thank you!”
“Over here. Behind you.”
The boy turned around. A lady stood behind him with a beautiful feather longer than his hand.
The lady smiled. She held the feather out to him. “I don’t give my feathers to just anyone, so keep it safe. Got it?”
Holding the feather in both hands, the boy ran off. Unseen behind him, the lady unfurled her wings and flew away.