Blog of Sara Jakša

The Two Angels [Fiction]

The woman with white wings was looking down, at the ash-like remains of the old house. There was a satisfying smile on her face, as she listened to the pairs last breaths.

She could feel the fluttering near her and she saw one of black winged people. The blacked winged one took a small child from the remains. Somehow it survived.

The black winged one took the child in her arms, as she sang him a lullaby. The child had fallen asleep.

The white-winged one joined the black winged one, but not looking at them.

"I won't apologize."

The black winged nodded, and stood up, stretching the wings.

"I know."

She flown into the sky with the baby, and the white-winged one soon followed.