Guardian Angel

They chased the woman away from the hilltop. A marking of stones made the hilltop different from the other slopes in Moontown.

She came from the woods, her hair deserving of jewels and her face as sad as a dying tulip.

She came once a year, despite the rocks and sticks brandished at her, risking it all to touch the stone marking before she fled.

On the single day the woman did not come, a demon rose. The sun witnessed the town crumble.

In a nearby field a sheep grazed. A wolf watched it; a guardian in another form.

 

Photo by Patrick Hendry on Unsplash.

 

Advertisements

17 thoughts on “Guardian Angel

Add yours

Share your feelings with me

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

Powered by WordPress.com.

Up ↑

%d bloggers like this: