After parachuting over Michigan from his crippled F-18E Super Hornet, Stehpen realized his parachute was damaged. He was dropping way too fast. The snowy ground rushed up fast and…
He awoke staring into a beautiful woman’s face. As his eyes slowly focused he realized he rested in the arms of a stone angel. She’d miraculously caught him before he smashed into the ground. “Nice catch,” he told the smiling statue, and he climbed safely to the ground.
By the time he’d walked to a nearby town, the shakes from his near brush with death had subsided. He noticed a bar was open, and he realized a drink might do him good.
As Aaron the bartender poured a shot, Stephen said, “You know anything about a big stone angel about a mile frrom here?”
“Sure,” said Aaron. “We put up that angel as a monument to aviators lost during war.”
“Nice. That angel sure is beautiful.”
“Yep. It’s a shame though.”
“The city removed it three years ago. That angel isn’t there anymore.”
Written for the weekly Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers writing challenge. The photo above is this week’s prompt. Look here to see stories frrom other writers: https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2015/11/03/fffaw-week-of-11-03-2015/