Something tugs at my chest then, in the cool, darkness of my bedroom, and I know. I know she’s my angel without the broken wings.
Before bedtime, my aunt tells me, there’s a chance my Mama will be out of the hospital soon. The doctors tried out a few meds for her mixed-up brain and one seems to stick. That night I slept the hours away, images of Mama flying in the turquoise sky with the sunshine and the marshmallow clouds. She’s mighty, my Mama, and, oh, how she glides with the wind.
Something tugs at my chest then, in the cool, darkness of my bedroom, and I know. I know she’s my angel without the broken wings. 26/1/2024 03:41:26 pm
There's a southern feel to this story, the marshmallow clouds filling in the Georgia turquoise sky. Lovely, yet something sad underneath. 26/1/2024 03:53:44 pm
Thank you, Jim. I love to explore characters with a strong, sassy voice, the inner child peeking through.
Ashley Smallwood
26/1/2024 05:25:06 pm
Good story and you can hear the strong child voice. Keep up the good work!!
Natalie
26/1/2024 09:36:57 pm
Absolutely one of my favorite stories that you have written, Angela! So much depth!! I love everything about it💟
Sue Clayton
27/1/2024 04:24:16 am
Angelic words.
Sharlon
28/1/2024 01:27:05 am
Love this one, Angela! It is a joy to watch how your voice is developing and growing stronger with every story. 💕
Brook
29/1/2024 09:22:56 pm
I like the child’s voice best. In this case it is easy to think of a child thinking of clouds as marshmallows. The mother as an angel with broken wings is a great image full of emotion. This is a strong emotional story which I think is the best kind. Comments are closed.
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