This is actually last week’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers prompt. I started it last week, but the story just didn’t come together as I wanted til now. And I am a firm believer of better late than never 🙂 Of course, I want to thank Priceless Joy for putting the prompt out there to inspire our creativity and Sunayana for providing the photo.
“What?” Krista asked.
“Angels! I saw angels last night.”
Krista sighed inwardly. Martha was always sure she had seen something.
“Angels?” she asked her oldest friend again.
“Out there on the marsh,” Martha said excitedly. “I was walking Jackie, and he started barking and growling, you know, so I was looking around and then I saw them.”
Krista looked out where Martha was gesturing. Wisps of fog rose, but she saw no angels. Stupid dog, she thought. Always excited about something.
“Look,” Martha whispered.
Krista looked again, watching, dumbfounded, as the wisps coalesced into a white mass. It looked like land, rising out of the bog, white edges swirling. Water sluiced off as it rose, and Krista saw forms, flying above. White and filmy, she knew why Martha called them angels. But they weren’t, she understood that immediately.
“Martha, we need to go,” Krista whispered urgently.
Martha looked at her in astonishment. “Why, what do you mean?”
Krista started tugging on Martha’s arm, staring at the objects dancing in the sky. Suddenly they turned, arrowing straight at the two women huddled together.