This story has consumed me. It's as real to me as anything in my life. More real, I think; I know everything that's ever happened to Mikel the lost prince, from his childhood injuries to his first love. He is so very real, you see, so solid and true-to-life. Yet I'd be hard-pressed to tell you what I ate for breakfast yesterday. Or where I went to college.
Or if I'm married.
I'd wonder why, but I've no time. I must write more of Mikel's story. That is my purpose. There had to be someone to do it, after all...
DP FICTION #5: “Not a Bird” by H.E. Roulo
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