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Wind Loves Doris [MultiFormat]
eBook by David Bulley
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eBook Category: Science Fiction
eBook Description: Wind can destroy, but wind can also lift you to love.
eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com, Published: Writelink.com, 2002
Fictionwise Release Date: March 2003
Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [432 KB], eReader (PDB) [22 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [3 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [4 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [57 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [72 KB], hiebook (KML) [65 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [72 KB], iSilo (PDB) [2 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [4 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [55 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [8 KB]
Words: 855
Reading time: 2-3 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud DISABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
 
Sweet wind comes whispering down and kisses her eyebrows. Warm breeze lifts that thick dark hair, fluffs it out like a shampoo commercial, stirs the tiny hair on her arms, and pulls her cheeks back into a smile. The wind makes Doris into more than she is. The wind is my magic friend. It is life and love and movement and flight. I am in love with the wind and what the wind loves I love and the wind loves Doris with a desperate aching breeze.
One month ago I was flying over the beach, having launched from the cliffs above. The sky was so blue and clear that it colored everything in its reflection. The wind was strong enough, so I was swooping low over the beach, trying to taste ocean salt; climbing back up on the strong drafts and hard thermals near the cliffs. I saw Doris for the first time in a shock of reflected light. The chrome of her wheelchair almost dazzled enough to miss the rainbow reflecting crow-black hair. I was overcome. I cawed loud into the sky, to honor her hair and banked hard, swooping low over her head. "What's your name?" I shouted in passing. My first swoop tickled her into laughter and my second pass brought my answer. "Doris!" she cupped hands over her mouth and shouted. "I am Doris! Who are you?!"
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