PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot
Angel
Clodagh lay on the soft grass looking up at the decorative webbing that formed a roof between the trees. It was such a good idea of Noal’s to have a New Year’s Eve party here. Her idea for fancy dress was even better. It had been epic.
She turned to look at the mysterious angel laying next to her. He wasn’t from her school. His wings were magnificent. How did he make them?
When he kissed her at midnight she’d soared.
His bright eyes opened, his wings fluttered and wrapped around her, pulling her close.
She was obviously still high.
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This piece was written for the Friday Fictioneers hosted by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields – Addicted to Purple.
Each week a photo prompt is given and the challenge is write a flash fiction piece of no more than one hundred words.
Find other Friday Fictioneer stories here.
Not looking good for her, if I’ve construed it correctly.
Clodagh’s fate is open to interpretation. I imagine a beautiful story of falling in love with an angel, or is he there to take her away?
Very cleverly done, Jen! Lovely 🙂
Thanks! x
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Dear Jen,
I’m still trying to figure out how she soured. The image of the angel is a nice one. No wonder she fell in love.
Shalom,
Rochelle.
Oh Rochelle, thank you for pointing that out! I am sitting here laughing! I have changed the word to ‘soared’ as it should be. Thank you.
I hope she will not regret this moment.
High or…oops.
High on love or something else entirely? Excellent imagery.
Thanks Iain
Angelic!
I admire your skill in making the angel both supernatural and believable. I want to know more about what happens to Clodagh!
Ah thank you Penny!
I wonder if this will be a case of a fallen angel 🙂 lovely and believable.
Thank you Bjorn!
Better an angel than the devil… and I’ll have what she’s having!
That was some powerful stuff that she would have had!
Wow!what better state to be in than bring high on love. Such a lovely tale!
Poops! Sorry, that was *being high on love.
Don’t have to apologise for typos here. I’m yet to publish a piece on this blog without one 😂
Thanks Moon!
I used to see angels when I lived in London in the 60’s – I was probably high too!
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Ha! Fantastic.
Ooh will she disappear now with him?
Possibly… or their love will be doomed as she can’t go with him and he can’t stay on earth 🤔
Well, that’s just beautiful. I hope she soars happily into the heavens with her angel – even if she’s dead, it sounds wonderful. Lovely imagery
Thanks so much Lynn
My pleasure
Interesting…it could go so many different directions from this point on. Love it! Inspiring!
Thank you!
OBVIOUSLY still high,,, loved it.
Thank you 😊
Enjoyed this one. Thanks for sharing.
Mine: https://kindredspirit23.wordpress.com/2018/01/05/disappearing-act/
Scott
Thank you.
You are welcome!
Well, high or not, it seems she had a lovely trip 🙂
She sure did! 😊
Yes, it sounds like she was still high. I hope he’s a half decent sort when she comes back down to earth.
I hope angels are half decent. 😊
Beautiful! Hopefully it’s a sweet ending.
Me too! Thanks for reading.
So many different things you can read into this xxx
Thank you xx