BlogHop

Blog Masters, Angela Goff, Angie Richmond, and Daniel Swensen, and Lillie McFerrin are celebrating their blog followers and writing cohorts with a great BlogHop.

Here's the deal:

Write a piece of flash fiction, poem, or song (300 words or less) using the photo above as your inspiration. Post it on your blog any time between now and when the linky closes. Every eligible entry will qualify for a chance to win one of the prizes listed below. The linky will be open from January 23 through January 30.

Angie, Angela, Daniel and Lillie will read, debate, and decide on five winners for the following:

• 1^st: Fifty page critique by Lillie McFerrin
• 2^nd: Twenty-Five page critique by Angie Richmond
• 3^rd: Fifteen page critique by Angela Goff
• 4^th: Ten page critique by Daniel Swensen
• 5^th: A copy of Steven King’s On Writing

Go Here to see the other contestants.
(I gave up on the linky thing)


My entry:

Guardian Angel

From the very Beginning, The Guardian Angel had adored her Charge. She had stood by her Lady through all life’s joys and hurts. Protecting her from danger.

For the Angel was with her.

Always.

But now life had become a slow painful dance. The unseen Guardian Angel stood by the white bed with the family.

Watching.

Waiting.

She held out her hand once more to save her Charge.

A Presence stopped her. She looked up into His Face and the somber Eyes.

Wait, no. NO...NO!

Sorrow overtook her. She sunk to the ground, falling away from Him.

"Do not grieve,” a deep Voice said. “Your labor of love has not ended but has shifted to a new horizon."

As He spoke, His loving Touch eased the razor-sharp wound in her heart.

Then, a soft cry. The sound of her dear lady, confused and questing for something familiar.

"You must help her,” He said. “You must guide her. For she has a home prepared. As it is for all who come to Me."

The Charge’s gaze captured hers. Both sighed and relaxed, as if joined by an anchoring lifeline. The Guardian Angel stood and held out her hand. Her Charge paused then took the outstretched fingers and allowed the Guardian Angel to pull her away.

Away from the machines and monitors. Away from the hospital bed and earthly life.

Once, her Charge stopped, resisting her pull. Together they looked back at the family weeping in the antiseptic room. Her dear Lady’s loved ones each with their own unseen Angel that hovered and soothed away the bitter pain.

Her Charge hesitated, bit her lip, and then turned. Bittersweet pain caused their clasped hands to tighten. A sigh and then both passed into the Light.

To be with Him.     

Always.