Ragtag Daily Prompt: Flight

Hunting for sport wasn’t Queen Pirouette’s cup of tea, but she knew she was obliged to participate in this sport in order to remain on a good footing with the nobles. To the sound of blaring horns and baying dogs, she would ride and fling, half-heartedly the spears needed to fell something as big as a wild boar. With more enthusiasm, she would also go hawking. When she pulled the mask from its head, she would marvel as the creature took flight. It was something that she would never forget, watching the creature ascend, circle in the sky and then swoop down on its prey. Usually it would drop a small rodent like a mouse or a rabbit into her outstretched hand.

Published by Russell Smith

I was born at the American Hospital in Neuilly-sur-Seine, France. I find inspiration in the lives of so many people from Joan of Arc to Oscar Wilde. While my primary avocation is photography, I also enjoy philosophy, theology and most of all, history. My beloved wife, Robin Anne Smith, who passed away in 2013 is an inspiration to me. My beloved partner, Dana is also a great support and inspiration to me. I'd be remiss if I did not mention my cats: Maxwell, Nigel, Pirouette and GarGar.

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