And Miles of Tunnels Beneath the Gargoyles
A Microfiction Set in the Denver International Airport
Her dad explained. “The design resembles snow capped peaks.” Fran didn’t agree.
Fran saw the enormity. The sunlight diffused against the tented ceiling, vaulting almost too high to make out.
Not an airport.
Another sky.
She heard birdsong, saw wings flitting playfully above the lay-interrogations.
Security hosted a secret dance. Rows of luggaged folk chased stanchions right, left, row upon row. Kneeling to her suitcase, Fran’s stare sliced down the winding queue: layers of walks paced as an Edwardian quadrille.
Before the x-rays, she basked. All the light, all the dancing, and three little birds, tucked inside this mountain range.
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Thank you for reading! This is part of a micro fiction series where I take a photo and write a story inspired by it. Each story is 100 words.
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Mackenzie Davis
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Comments (3)
I just love how you come up with these stories from just a photo! So creative! I loved it so much!
I've been to this airport a gazillion times and now I see it in my mind's eye in a whole new way. What a gift you have given me!
Ouuu… I like that line… “Fran’s stare sliced down the winding queue”. It has a nice visual feel to it.