Friday Fictioneers

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Whilst wandering through the woods she came upon a wizened little man slumped on a stump beside a muddy stream, a sorrowful shroud of loneliness draped across his sagging shoulders. Sensing his pain, she knew her charge was to offer solace. She reached into her bag and flung a shower of twinkling silver stars into the air. As they settled all around him he smiled and as he did, the sky cast off its cloak of cloud and bathed him in sunlight. He stood, smiled, climbed the steps and was gone. What troubled him she’ll never know, nor need she. She loved being an angel.

 

Word count 101

Post 1669

k-rawson

Written for Friday Fictioneers which is hosted by Rochelle. The photo is provided by Karen Rawson

 

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