One photo prompt is worth a hundred words. Here's my story for this week's Friday Fictioneers. Thanks Madison Woods.
When my mother was pregnant in 1958 she took an experimental drug to quell morning sickness. Seven months later she delivered a daughter with limbs too small to ever be useful.
Leslie never complained about her deformities. Instead she made jokes about them and dreamed of flying.
Once we took a hot-air balloon ride. She tossed sequins over the side. They glittered to the water below.
“In my next life,” she said, “I want to be a bird.”
From the same balloon I pour out her ashes. Mixed with sequins they spangle the sky.
Today my sister is free!