Happy Friday! It’s time for another installment in Frisky Friday Flash Fiction. You know the drill. I provide a picture and the first lines of a story (300 words maximum). You get the opportunity to provide the rest. I’ll post the full story the following week.
Let’s look back at last week’s story:
Sometimes humans must be punished for their deeds. And the one who took my beloved’s wings will pay dearly.
“Shhh, Ramiel, I feel your pain.”
“Kashara, it’s not what you think.”
“Explain it to me then. I fail to understand why you defend humans.”
Ramiel stares into my eyes. “Because they are our Father’s favorites.”
I cross the room and pick up my robe from the floor. “Someone cut off your wings—”
“No, Kashara.” His hands grip my arms from behind. “There’s a war brewing. I lost them in battle.”
I whirl around. “In battle with who?”
“The Nephilim are fighting back.”
“No.” This can’t be happening. It won’t be long before Ramiel and I are discovered.
“Don’t worry, my love.” He strokes my cheek before pulling me closer. “I won’t let them harm you.”
“Who did you fight?” I ask, my voice trembling.
“The Archangels are here. Michael has my wings.”
Not Michael. A year ago, he promised to wipe me and my kind off the face of the Earth. If he knew I linked myself to Ramiel, Michael wouldn’t stop until Ramiel and I were dead.
I step out of Ramiel’s embrace and tug on a t-shirt and jeans. A small backpack with all I need for a quick getaway sits by the door.
“Kashara, what are you planning?”
“I’m leaving. It’s best you don’t follow me.” I slide my feet into a pair of low-heeled boots.
“You can’t run from Michael, not for long.”
“I’ll run for as long as I can. He can’t kill our—”
Ramiel stops in his tracks. “Our what, Kashara?”
I avert my eyes. Michael is here to carry out the mission of wiping out my kind. And Ramiel has committed a worse crime—impregnating one of us.
“Our child,” I say.
And now for this week’s story:
I’m a man of lucrative means. Whatever I want, I get. Money. Cars. Women. I have wanted for nothing in life until the day I met her. The one woman I couldn’t have.