Guh. I'm packing.
The angel stood as tall as it could. Breath and thought and prayer made flesh, its arms extended out and up, past the blue and into the deep black. It concentrated on keeping its fingers strong, never wavering in its reaching, determined.
It was beautiful and huge and sad, radiating a faint and glorious golden aura into the darkness. Its robe was torn and its wings were tattered, quivering uselessly behind. Broken feathers drifted downwards, their quills bloody. Some sputtered and burned as they reentered the atmosphere.
And yet, no matter how tall it stood, how far it reached, the angel’s toes, more substantial than ever, remained firmly planted on the dry soil.
“I… I just want to go Home,” it said.
“Please.”
It was beautiful and huge and sad, radiating a faint and glorious golden aura into the darkness. Its robe was torn and its wings were tattered, quivering uselessly behind. Broken feathers drifted downwards, their quills bloody. Some sputtered and burned as they reentered the atmosphere.
And yet, no matter how tall it stood, how far it reached, the angel’s toes, more substantial than ever, remained firmly planted on the dry soil.
“I… I just want to go Home,” it said.
“Please.”