Hey everyone, Paradigm of Writing here with a new drabble for MahNati, who took home 2nd place in the Adult Division of my Comfort Zones Do Not Exist in Writing contest. Her piece, Under a Mask was amazing and only lost by like two points to Smash King24 with this entry. I had a hard time placing these two but the chips fell where they did. Enjoy your little gift drabble MahNati!
It was the cold, fruitless winter sun that gazed upon Smash Cemetery early that morning. The pale grey dawn touched each of the gravestones in that deserted place – deserted all but for one lone figure.
A young woman wrapped in a storm grey shawl stood gazing at the lifeless grave before her.
Link Rey
March 1, 1995 – October 23, 2015
She was silent and still, not moving except to breathe the crisp morning air. She heard a small rustle nearby but she did not turn around.
"I've spotted an angel here before," a soft, gentle voice said behind her. The woman made no movement to show she acknowledged his presence, but he knew she heard him. "In fact, I can see right now that it's hovering above the tombstone. Don't you see it?" he continued gently. The woman bowed her head sadly, but still she did not turn to look at the person behind her.
"I see no angel for I look like no angel." she replied softly, looking at the grave once more.
"You don't have to look like an angel because you already are an angel. You don't have to pretend to be one." The woman bowed her head again and laughed sadly. "You are my angel. The one I see wishes it could know me." he continued softly, but without any doubt in his voice.
This time the woman turned around to look at the man. Before her stood the one person who could make her heart flutter every time she saw him. She smiled at him in a soft, appreciative way before lowering her eyes as if to say thank you. When she looked back up, the young man had turned and was walking slowly out of the cemetery.
Carefully, she turned back to the grave she was visiting and knelt before it.
"I may be your angel, but you are my angel too, Link- my real angel." she whispered to the morning. With care, she reached out and pushed aside the grass that had grown to cover the bottom portion of the headstone, and slowly a solitary tear coursed down her cheek and dropped onto the grave.
Loving husband and brother.
Yeah, I don't know what to say except that I tried with something a little different and darker than usual. Hope you enjoyed it! Thanks again for reading, and give recognition to MahNati for winning. MahNati, I applaud you for your work.
~ Paradigm of Writing