Flash fiction prompt for the week: They’d had a lot of freedom back then.
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The students were clustered in small groups, dispersed about the large lecture room. A low murmur ran through the room as everyone tried to determine what was going on.
Dr. Biston huddled in a corner with Ms. Garou, seemingly attempting to placate the school secretary. His dark, tailored suit went well with what most people assumed was a velvety black and white cape. That, his sunglasses, and the two long feathers in his dark hair gave him the appearance of wearing a Mardi Gras costume. Alinta knew that actually, the professor’s cape was his wings, the feathers his mothman antennae. And from the way they were twitching, he was pretty agitated.
Ms. Garou, for her part, was flinging her arms around and pacing. Her remarkable reach had already knocked a hat off one student and glasses off another.
A student near Alinta shook his head. “Why do all the cryptids wish for the days when they were unknown to humans? Wasn’t the fear of discovery worse?”
Alinta didn’t look away from the teacher while she answered. “Not all wish for it. But you have to understand that they’d had a lot of freedom back then. A few people searched for them, but most didn’t believe. Most people left them alone.”
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