For days, she felt like a rough rock being tumbled by the wash down a flooded stream. Smoothing away the edges demands a pound of flesh. His eyes were a bit heavier too. The soldiers scraped around the holding room waiting for battle. She made one request, and he complied. The wings embraced, cracked like a whip, no escape, in the corner, and kissed her. Sustaining faith. In a splinter of a moment, it stuck. He said she was beautiful to watch. Sustaining hope. He said the words out loud, but only she heard them. Sustaining charity. Beautiful, but deadly.
Stories and Drabbles: Links to the fiction postings on this blog
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Drabble of the Day: Corner
*A drabble is a 100 word story. No more, no less. Sometimes I just have to write down these little scenes.