Fallen Angel – VisDare 69


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Samuel had been hiding since last Sunday.

He had decided he was sick and tired of flying around serenely. He was bored of ice white, apple white, glacier white, white-on-white. He needed a bit of colour in his life. And he was totally fed up of all the sweet, choral singing in the background. He needed noise, raised voices, arguments, drunken laughter and passion.

Of course, once he had slipped out the back door, he realised his mistake. It was cold down here, people couldn’t help pointing and laughing at him, one boy even called him a nutter and he had forgotten that down here, if he wanted to eat, he needed money, or to steal.

So, here he was, hiding behind a vast pillar in a spacious courtyard. And none of the angels here wanted to talk to him, nor did they move a muscle.

He wanted to go home.


Here’s my latest entry into VisDare this week, the prompt run by the lovely Angela. A bit cheeky, but why not?


4 thoughts on “Fallen Angel – VisDare 69

  1. Good take Freya. i am sure there are a few rebellious angels out there. Angel society must be a little like our own you don’t tow the line and you are on the outer. Enjoyed this one well done.

  2. Nicely done. As a person who lives with mental illness, I’m well aware of what it feels like to be called a “nutter” and pushed aside. I find myself rather relating to Samuel.
    Thank you for visiting The Netherworld.

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