fly by night

an offcut from the StoryKettle.com

The two motors were powering the wings, the feathers. We flew along the coast line. But not straight, and up and down. Where are we going? What powers the wings? Oh, our imagination, our ideas. It's really good at night. You'll see, we'll fly so far on our dreams. Think and thought, we flew faster, up and down, but where to?