If man were meant to fly he would have been born with wings.
As of two hours ago, she could no longer use that excuse to get out of her friends’ weekly paragliding sessions.
She’d heard on the news recently of people randomly developing special powers, but that was like hearing someone win a lottery. Nice to fantasize, but unrealistic. So when her back started to itch, she just thought it was her eczema acting up again.
The scraggly down feathers that burst through her skin was definitely not what she expected in the middle of the night.
Fortunately, they were experiencing a cold snap for the rest of the week. As long as she layered up, no one would be able to tell that she had sprouted extra appendages. The ruse wouldn’t last forever, but it would buy her enough time to gather everything she needed to bribe her friends so that they wouldn’t celebrate the discovery by yeeting her off their favourite cliff.
She cracked her fingers and typed in her first search term.
Crocodile slippers for adults.
~End~
Genre: fantasy
July stories: 8/21