The Littlest Differences

Day 231

The tiniest owl fluffed up his wings. No need, of course, but he liked the sensation of feeling larger. His bigger nestnibs clicked their beaks in amusement at him. The littlest owl ignored them. He may be nearly normal, but he would try hard to pass as completely normal around the other owls. Flexing his feathers, he knew he would be safer that way. It was always safer to hide differences when they weren’t too obvious. Wasn’t it? 


Written: 1 June 2016

Words: 78 words

Inspired: an image in my head + a fanfic I wrote + stuff I’m working through 

x-posted 

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