Lonesome

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
An angel breaks the Covenant and chooses to live differently than his brothers. (A flash fiction piece that I might turn into a novel)

Submitted: August 24, 2013

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We are the few, neglected, soldiers of the damned. Bearing your burdens, we take the blame. Walking among your people, we are the faceless who hide in the shadows, drawing what's left of our energy to protect you from yourselves.

Lonesome.

This place holds no haven for us. We are solitary guardians of the meek. Some call us angels, while others call us guides. We have no name. We simply are.

Do you feel that reassuring hand on your shoulder? When you turned around, there was never anyone there, and you’re left with a strange sense of comfort. That is us. We are the lips brushing against your aching skin after an accident, the quiet voice that leads you out of danger…

I am one of the few, neglected, soldiers of the damned, who chose to break away. I walk among your people, unnoticed. I march to the beat of my own drum, knocking aside anyone who may try to steal away this liberation I have found.

Your world is made up of lines, an infinite amount of lines that overlap until they create a picture that is worth more than words. We are the spaces in between your infinity.

And I am the infinity you long for.
 


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