Death of Icarus (Fiftywords story)

'Lower! Fly lower!' The old man shouted himself hoarse, but the boy wouldn't listen. Drunk with light, he spread his wings towards the Sun. Higher and higher.
Down there the safety of the cage awaited, up here he flew free as an eagle.
He died dreaming he was an eagle.

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Story written for @jayna's #fiftywords challenge. The prompt for this week is: wing. Check out her blog.