Here is Misha’s flash fiction, read out at Renegades last Wednesday:
There was something wrong with the landing. Feet juddering against concrete, he felt his ankle go. Clawing at the rusty swing to save himself, pain, hot white electric, shot down his arm. His pinions were torn. On the left side only, but it made the wing unstable, his whole body listing to one side as he dragged himself onto the broken bench at the side of the playground.