‘Angelic Tendencies’ to be published at Fiction On The Web.

My short story Angelic Tendencies will be published at Fiction on the Web on Nov. 3rd, 2015. Here is an excerpt from the story to tickle your fancy:

“Abigail had little concept of God or of the cosmic, but she had heard of this place called Heaven one other time before. At the daycare she had attended, before the accident, a boy named Shane once told her that angels were nice people from Heaven, and that they had big bright wings that protected him from bad guys, or so Shane’s mother had told him.

She hoped with every ounce of her being that the angels were listening now. She hoped that they wouldn’t be so busy with protecting Shane from the bad guys that they couldn’t hear her plea. She missed her mom. She missed her dad. She didn’t want to feel the pain of her Uncle Reed’s visits anymore. The looks on his face when he touched her were monstrous, and he said things to her, whispered things that seemed hollow but hungering, like she was Little Red Riding Hood and he was the big bad wolf. She no longer felt whole, and every time he touched her, a piece of her soul broke off and fell into the emptiness that was growing inside of her.

Abigail blinked and tears streamed down her cheeks as she lay staring into the distant sky outside her window. Thousands of stars twinkled in the abyss and, through her watery eyes, she saw a shooting star, soaring across the endless backdrop of the galaxy. She raised her hand to the window and pointed at the moving light, trailing its trajectory across the dewy glass with her fingertip. After the light continued past the halfway point to the horizon, it stopped dead in the sky. It sat there for a moment, flickering multiple colors–red and purple and green and gold–then zipped back the opposite direction.

Abigail sat up in her bed, wiping the tears from her eyes. She watched with astonishment as the light stopped once more in the sky, then moved in a circle, twice, and stopped again. Abigail pointed her finger at the light, and then pressed her hand against the glass, cool against her palm. Could it see her, staring up at it from the little window?

It could.”

Make sure to check it out when it goes live in a week.

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