Fallen Tale

Elizabeth MacMurray

“I believe that Icarus was not failing as he fell, but Just coming to the end of his triumph.”

- Jack Gilbert

Icarus was first burned when the golden and red hues of the solar flares of the sun reached out and burned his finger tips.

The flames trailing down his arms to the wax covered feathers on his back. Incinerating them into the dust of the earth, engulfing all Icaurs had known. For a second there was no pain in having everything ripped from him as he watched out into the world a purple and pink screen fell onto the earth. Until the moment he realized he was falling he looked back at the solar flares that had gotten him. The searing pain wandered to his mind Something never wished on a worse enemy

Icarus smiled for the first time. He smiled at the world that had destroyed him, he laughed for the world he was in. It was bound to get burned in the way he did. Engulfed in the golden and red hues of their beloved sun.