Angel's fall

   In her white nightgown, with the sun tangled in her hair, Ane looked like an angel. In fact you could have thought, watching her from the ground, that she might fly. Her bare feet looked pale against the roof tiles and Ane thought of them as flames, wrapping around her ankles, moving up to her knees, setting her nightgown on fire and then her pretty golden locks. That may be what awaited her, tho she could not bring herself to care. 

When Ane was little, she and Ada would play trust fall. One of them would spread their hands and let herself fall back, into the arms of the other. This was not much different, thought Ane and turned around. She imagined that her sister was behind her, holding out her arms, ready to catch her. Ada would blame herself for not being here. But she had a husband and a sweet daughter, she would move on. 

Ane closed her eyes and took a step back. She did not fly. She fell, right into her sister's arms. At least that's what she thought of as she was falling. But really she ended up on the cold pavement, now the colour of the roof tiles she had stood on just moments ago. If one looked at her from above, they would see the red, seeping from her locks, forming a puddle around her head. If one was to look more carefully, it resembled a halo.

Reviews

[Michael Sun Bear]

Adriana I can always count on you for an interesting mix of the Darkness and the Light, human frailty mixed with the Divine, and so on. Some of your writing over the last few months so captured my imagination, your imagery is seeping into my own writing. You have me seeing angels in the trees and in the kitchen, now I am going to be ceaselessly scanning rooftops and sidewalks. You also often leave me wondering at the backstory which for me is both good and bad. Why did this woman just kill herself? I would not want the full story laid out a,b,c but maybe an extra hint or two would have been nice. I love that your writing always has strong imagery, keep polishing that. MSB