Pictures in the Wind

by iAMwhatIamK

Like pictures in the wind, our memories fly around us, reminding us of the past. Who we were, who we love, how we became who we are now. My memories serve as reminders of how I found power within the darkness. Rating subject to change. (Wishing-Fire's 100 Theme Challenge)

10. First Tragedy

First Tragedy:

Mommy came out after the armored angel had given me "the gift." Mommy called the hospital and they took the angel away from me. Doctors start asking me questions; I tell them what happened, everything but the gift. The angel said to keep that secret. We wait there a really long time. A doctor comes out and says the angel died; something about blunt force trauma to the head. My heart tore. My angel had died. Mommy tried to comfort me, but it didn't help. She was gone, forever. That night, I dreamt of the angel with the magic key.

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