Once again I bring you exactly 100 words for the Friday Fictioneers weekly prompt. I really pushed myself to find something to say about this cloud picture, which is odd for me since I love clouds so much.
Thank you Rochelle!
Copyright – Douglas M. MacIlroy
When she awoke she was surprised to find that she had wings. Pure white, strong, yet smooth to run your hands over. She looked around the house one last time. She wanted to remember everything she had loved about the place.
They’d had a great life together. Looking at his tired, careworn face she leaned in for one last kiss, and whispered, “I’ll always love you.”
As she rose higher, she forgot the cares of her earthbound life, and gazing out over the clouds she tried to remember something important.
“It doesn’t matter.” she said, and smiling she soared upward.