Beautiful Like a Bird

Sarah could not stop smiling inside. Her face was blank and still on the outside, but she could not stop smiling inside. The chipmunk's limbs were tied so it was splayed open. It was breathing fast. Above, the stars were cold and clean and eternal. She set down the stolen scalpel and looked. It was all still beating and red and moving, and its skin was open like wings spread. It was ready to take flight. The chipmunk could fly now. She could not stop her smiling, but did not wish to regardless.