Peacock Wings: Daily Prompt
I wish, more sometimes than being immortal, I could fly using peacock wings. White wings are for angels and brown wings are for a sparrow. I am eccentric and I am not ashamed about it. My feathers would be rich blue and shocking green. Over the traffic in Miami that gives me anxiety and the ocean separating me from my London family, I would glide on the wind. This fantasy feeds my need to be independent and frugal.