Yesterday, I officially finished my NaNoWriMo project for this year and collected my badge. This week therefore heralds the return of the weekly flash fiction posts.
The picture below was provided by Janet and I almost didn’t use it. Some of my previous flashes have elicited the comment they were more like story prompts than anything else and I have no doubt this week’s attempt will get the same reaction. And I agree. This picture does demand a longer story. However, I’ve got enough plot bunnies to keep me going for the next two years at least, so I decided to leave this here. If I ever do turn it into a longer story you’ll be the first to know.
He just stood there a few feet away while I sat on my desk and stared at him. I still didn’t know if those wings were real or not. If he were to tell me he really was an angel, sent to me by some power I didn’t believe in, I would take his word for it. He’d saved my life when I’d been certain of death. One look at him told me he wasn’t here to talk about matters of life and death. He demanded something bigger and far more terrifying than death.
“Don’t tell me you don’t have a heart. If you didn’t, you wouldn’t have your death wish.”
His words stung because they were true. I’d broken my parent’s hearts, shattered their dreams, and had been sure death was the only answer.
“Don’t you know you were created perfectly just the way you are?” He stepped forward, grabbed my tie and took my mouth before I could utter the denial on the tip of my tongue.
He’d waited a month for me to open my eyes. Where his words had failed his kiss succeeded. His lips and tongue made a believer out of me.