Drabble: Feather

The archaeopteryx feather drifted through the hot, humid air, over dark green ferns with wide fronded leaves. It tumbled up and over in a vortex and then plunged downwards, through the glittering shards of light to land in thick churned up clay. It was raining.

Some time later, trucks drove up.

"Well, wherever it led, it's gone now."

A calloused hand plucked at the end of the feather, pulling it from the mud and into the misty half light. Its colours were dulled to a brownish blue with hints of orange at the tips, just visible through the grime.

"What's that?"

Sharp blue eyes and a Scottish accent: "A feather."