Written as part of a challenge called Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers, details are at https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2016/05/23/fffaw-challenge-week-of-05-24-2016/
And part of everyday inspiration, #everydayinspirations
She looks up at the angels. Each one has a panel of triumph! Each one has a battle to emerge from. Her battle has been self inflicted.
Her fingers raw. Tiny holes. Blood no longer flows from them. Her voices are fading. Her trust places unseen. In her hair, a fade white rose. In her mind, the question of questions. Why?
Faith comes quick like a snake bite. It’s paralysis warms the soul underneath. Eyes slowing to see, open like a child to the works sound her.
She talks to angels. Today, they answered.