A short story to be written in 50 words not one word less, not one word more!, for the Freewriters community to #zapfic50monday contest. Prompt: "sanctuary"
Spreading its wings, the bird flew freely over the sanctuary. Its instincts led it towards the sea, where the waves crashed against the cliffs. At the water's edge, its sharp eyes spotted the treat its trainer was holding. It landed and allowed itself to be stroked, recalling its docile nature.
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