Her father was a world-renowned yodeler from Switzerland; and her mother played electric guitar in a heavy metal band; but the child was born mute and would cringe at even the slightest noise. Considered a freak and largely ignored, she kept to her bedroom, magically bringing shadow-birds to life and sending them soaring out into the sky.

This piece of flash fiction was written in response to:
Bravo!!! Nice one
Happy Sunday
Much💜love
💝 Gillena 💝
A touching tale indeed. At least she was able to find happiness in her own way. Brilliant, David.
🤍 Keith 🤍
She was safer in her room than out. Am thankful for her shadow birds flying free. A whole heartbreaking story in a few lines. So good.
🧡 Sherry 🧡
Who else could combine yodel with that image? Amazing 👏!
💗 Marion 💗
Magic child. (K)
💖🪄 Kerfe 🪄💖
Well done!
🤎 Espie 🤎
Heavens to Wilf Carter! 😉 This is both delightfully absurd and also unexpectedly poignant. I was laughing out loud about the marriage of opposites and then sighed at the ending, when she found her own means of expression. Just a crazy, very enjoyable piece of flash fiction.
Btw, thanks for your very thoughtful comment on mine. I appreciated it. 🙂
🤎 Thanks, Shay 🤎 ~ yeah, the juxtaposition was deliberately silly – yodeling just takes me to silly places every time!
How can it not? 😛
This is brilliant David! 👏👏 So hooked I was, I thought it was real! 😁👍 Very intriguing!
😘 Ken 😘
Intriguing beginning for a great story.
Shavuah Tov, David.
💗 Dolly 💗
A melancholy tone describing a lonely life…. well done and now I need a little chocolate to raise my spirits!
🍫 Muri 🍫
Wings spread. The shadow echoes her light. Source.
💖 Danial 💖
There’s something magical about this one, David. Its brevity leaves so much to the imagination. It would make an ideal first paragraph for a longer story. I want to know what happens to this girl and her shadow-birds! 😀 Really good stuff! 🙂
🥰 Mike 🥰
Oh what a wonderful yodeler
A beautiful muse and fairytale
🥰 Abi 🥰
💛You are most welcome David♥
Me too, write another one .
❤ Andrew ❤
Hi David, someone left Easter eggs and Matzos outside our frond door. Under the strict supervision of the chief Rabbinate of Jerusalem. From 15 Hayez’rah Jerusalem. Very curious.
😀 it wasn’t me 😀
I know that silly, but how odd.
I love the contrast of life this holds with the parents. A lovely and wonderful story poem David!
💖 Carrie 💖