Friday, July 26, 2013


Photo by Wolfang Moroder, WikiCommons

She flung wide the door of the trolley and allowed the cleansing wintry air to wash over her. It was, at that moment, she realized she feared death far less than she did the prospect of continuing to live.

Yet before she could act, Nathaniel’s strong arms enfolded her, the velvet down of his powerful wings soft against her skin.

His voice soft but insistent, spoke only six words to her before he vanished, “There is always a better way.”

This story was written for the weekly Flash! Friday Fiction flash fiction photo prompt. 

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