Every Thursday, I look forward to seeing what photo Madison Woods will post on her blog as our prompt for Flash Fiction Friday. And every Friday, I look forward to reading the variety of stories the Friday Fictioneers have created. Visit Madison's blog and have a peek!
Here's my story for the week, based on Madison's photo above:
He departed in the Spring, leaving only a feather behind.
“Pick it up and think of me,” he said. “I will return to take you to my world.”
But how can I leave my world for his? And he surely cannot stay on this earth with me. Still, I do not doubt our love as I come to this creek each morning; stare at his feather; long to pick it up; imagine his wings enfolding me.
In the summer, the creek, like my tears, will dry, and the wind will carry away what is left of him. My dark angel.