There was no reason why he couldn’t ski off the edge of Mt Kosciusko. Fly across the valley with the crow. Not even for the smallest nanosecond, did he actually consider his human form. That while his spirit soared, that he was made of flesh and blood and belonged to the Earth.
“Joshua! Joshua!” The crow was calling his name.
“Joshua!” His mother’s scream echoed across the valley. Only the power of prayer could save him now.
The stranger could almost sense his skis mysteriously turning under foot, then spotted the troubled young man and understood. His time had come.
This story is dedicated to families who love and cherish children with special needs and the constant vigilance required to keep them safe. An 11 year old autistic boy was run over and killed by a train in Sydney last week after escaping from a care facility.
This has been another contribution to Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wishoff Fields. PHOTO PROMPT © Jan Wayne Fields.