Elliott Marin
"I'm Elliott, a non binary (they/he) person from France!
I'm a 24 yo little autistic beeing working in the south of france, I did cinema studies, and now enjoying doing many types of art alone in my appartment with my crazy red cat Teto!
I love tales and imagining those during my daily life. While going to my work I noticed a little white feather on a beautiful branch full of white flowers, and this story directly came to my mind. I have a picture but sadly I didn't take the time and it's quite ugly!"
The Dreaming Pigeon
Once upon a time there was an ordinary pigeon, grey and white as you might expect, but with the particularity of always having his head in the clouds.
Many humans envy birds because they can fly, but this bird envied flowers. The reason was not very clear to him, but he knew that deep down, being a flower would suit him better than being a bird.
In spite of everything, he lived a long and rather happy life.
One day, as was bound to happen, his small lifeless body fell gently to the damp morning earth. Days and weeks went by, and his flesh was gradually washed away by nature’s swarm. One morning, the Mistral, a cold wind from south of France, began to blow as it usually does, without warning. Whether it blew in anger, sadness or joy, no one knows, but it has always been there, from the memory of our ancestors to the present day. It blew so hard that he plucked a small feather from the pigeon’s body.
The feather flew away, with no apparent purpose, until it landed on a branch. On closer inspection, it was surely no accident that it landed there, because it was the branch of a beautiful almond tree in blossom. And so it was, in this little sea of white flowers, that this being, who had never felt like she belonged, had finally found her home.