Icarus Rising

Icarus flexed his wings, letting the currents lift him higher.

He could see his father below, shouting lost words into the air between them. Even unheard, he knew it was the same warning the man had made repeatedly, before they took to the sky.

Icarus was sure that his father thought him foolish and ignorant, but he didn't care. He was being foolish yes, but he wasn't ignorant. He'd always known how this would end: the wax would melt and he'd fall.

But until then, he was flying higher than anyone ever had, or ever would... and it was glorious.