Microfiction: High Noon Lane

High Noon Lane.

A green patch of land right outside the concrete jungle. The wind moved freely among the tall grass and the air was pristine. It was a delight to fly in such an open area for the birds. It was said that if any bird truly wanted to see heaven, all it had to do was to fly out here. It was the perfect place. At least that is what the birds thought before flying down there.

The last thing they saw were the wild dogs lunging out from their hidden spots in the tall grass.


Word Count: 100

Prompts:

Crimson’s Creative Challenge #19

Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge: March 19, 2019

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