“The end is simply another beginning waiting to happen,” She whispered.
“Spare me the tired rock song,” I said.
Her laughter, it was like trying to capture the wind in your hands. She had Audrey Hepburn in the curious tilt of her head and Carole King rummaging storms in that sultry voice. A feline declaration owned the curl in her wicked smile.
“Our story . . is over,”
Her body went dark. Her wings, no longer inviolable, fell to the ground like a weathered steeple. The moments wept as if a priceless work of art in a city full of thieves.
The following short story was inspired by a prompt doled out by the lovely Tara Roberts at Thin Spiral Notebook. The prompt word was Story, and Tara’s rules were fun and simple. Use or infer the word in a 100 word story. Exactly 100 words. Admittedly, I am not the most adept social networker (mild understatement), but I did it once before and nobody got hurt. AND, it happened to be a ton of fun. So thank you Tara!