This is my entry for the Menage Monday challenge at caramichaels.com
“Come on, Aurora, give it a try,” Aurora said with a playful smile. “You have to learn to fly sometime.”
“I can’t,” I said.
Her purple, shimmering wings shuffled as she placed her hands on her hips. “I’m the one in charge of training you during your transition. Maybe you just need a little inspiration.”
She blinked, and instantly we were in a parking garage. Not a human in sight.