Dear readers,
My favourite fairy queen, Anna, is hosting her Fairytale contest here and I made the mistake of skimming through the Faerytaleish Album once more.
Result being, I found another image that spoke to me!
Here is my second entry.
I hope you enjoy!
Chosen Image
The Angel Of Sin
The angel felt no air against her face, no spray of drizzle or sunlit warmth. Sure enough the elements touched her, but the little joys induced no effect as harsh reflections could.
And they did all too much, chiseling truth in her hardened core.
With all her sensations eroded but this constant awareness, she looked below at her reserved stretch of scenery.
A parade had been held that day, welcoming the return of the heroes from the war with triumphant cheers. Now post-celebration, the street lay littered with paper, the shreds like dim stars trodden upon.
The knight, one of those beloved heroes honored today appeared through a twisted alleyway. He glanced around, both suspiciously and cautiously. He slid out eventually and with quiet footsteps neared a cloaked woman under the cathedral awning.
The angel caught no glimpse of her face. Without the ability to bend, her line of vision was sorely limited.
But she saw the secret in this clandestine meeting; the woman turned and her hair even this late at night proved a lustrous brown.
His wife’s was red.
The wife who, rocking a little babe in her arms, had boasted an incandescent smile and teary eyes when her husband’s bravery on the front had been applauded.
Worthless scum.
He grinned and his hand slid into her cloak, tugging her closer in shameless fervor.
Heads tilted, lips parted…
Oh, wish but she had a voice.
....and met in a kiss.
The angel thought back, remembering the brief moment of ecstasy that lived in the excitement of sin.
She’d warmed a good many beds but none had satisfied her wholly.
She’d craved a challenge, a delicious risk.
So, under moonlight, she'd kissed a dear sister’s betrothed.
Had it been
worth this severe existence?
Below her, flesh
turned to stone.
300 words
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I had to read this several times to catch all the nuances...great job!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Donna! Was it very unclear?
DeleteOh, this is so good!! Really and truly wonderful!! Didn't see the twist at the end coming until I was there - and then I read all the way through a couple more times, taking in all the details!! Wow!! :)
ReplyDeleteThank you Ruth! I actually worked backwards, starting with the last line, haha!
DeleteExcellent use of the picture. One moment is all it takes, punishment harsh...but my thoughts are with his wife! Love the description of the angel, frozen in time, watching... Lovely Afsaneh!
ReplyDeleteOh, I know! That poor woman waiting at home for a husband who won't return. Thank you Lisa!
DeleteOh I do like it when people get their cummupances.. it's a recurring theme with me. That was great. Not good news for pagans though!
ReplyDeleteAMAZING story Afsaneh, I love what you did with the image and the sizzle of her wicked thoughts. Love it!
ReplyDeleteTHANKYOUUU Meg, wicked is what she was, immoral woman!
DeleteChilling. So glad you were inspired a second time!
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely wonderful.. From how the story moved from stone angel to betrayal and sin. A great piece, reflects reality. Immoral woman and immoral man!
ReplyDeleteThank you. I wanted to write something with a slightly dark air and with a clear message. Hope it showed!
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