Angels

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She shuddered and opened her eyes. It was dark and there was little light. As she lay in the car, she recognized very little of it. The windows were cracked and glass lay about her. The metal of the car was twisted around her body in a mockery of an embrace. She wasn’t hurt too badly or, if she was, she couldn’t tell. Considering how her head was ringing it was likely that she was suffering from, at the very least, a concussion.

Which would explain partially why she couldn’t remember how she’d come to be in this position. She couldn’t even turn her head in order to see if there was anyone with her and her ears were ringing too loudly to hear anything either.

“Is anyone here?” she called out and then stopped, “Never mind,” she mumbled, hoping to stop the louder ringing and now spinning that she had subjected herself to with her yell.

No one answered, so it was just as well.

She was able to see the outside sky a little and she marveled at the string of stars and the strange streak that went right through them.

‘The Milky Way is far more gorgeous than I ever imagined,’ she thought to herself.

This wasn’t the last time she would ever see the lights above her, but it was the first time she would see a shooting star seem to land next to her.

“I’m going to get you out of there.”

Tonya smiled at the angel, surely it was an angel to be able to glow like that, who was reaching through the twisted metal and broken glass towards her.

Tonya was still smiling when the angel’s hand touched her head and everything went dark.


Written for Light and Shade’s Friday Challenge: http://lightandshadechallenge.blogspot.co.uk/2014/06/light-and-shade-challenge-friday-27.html

Though I have once again missed the target word count (100 words) and gone over it…

I’m just so wordy…

Guard Spires – Poetry Prompt #15

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image: “Starry Night” by Vincent Van Gogh
 Time stands suspended,
Lights slow in movement, I see
Happiness is more.
 
Below the moon rests
People after day of work.
Dreams are so fluid.
 
Color glint spires
Twist up into the night sky
And guard the dreamers.

Written for the WeDrink Poetry Prompt this week: http://wedrinkbecausewerepoets.com/2014/06/23/poetry-prompt-15-artistry/

I love stars and anything to do with the sky…

Winter Break

Cookie crumbs litter faces of children holding half-empty cups of chocolate. Snow has melted into their hair and there is a parade of clothing drying in the bathroom.

Eyes shining brighter than stars.


Written for this week’s Trifecta challenge.

http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/2013/12/trifextra-week-ninety-eight.html