Friday, 21 February 2014
Flash Fiction Friday: Tara's guardian
Placing my hand on the back of her head I bent down and kissed her forehead.
“Please don't go,” Tara whimpered, her eyes closed and a solitary tear seeping from one of her eyes. “Not again.”
“You know I have to.”
“But it's not fair,” Tara sobbed.
“I know, babe.”
“I need you,” she pleaded. “I can't go on without you.”
“Yes you can,” I whispered, “and just remember, I will always be looking over you.”
Releasing her head I spread my arms and rose back to the heavens, where I would continue to watch over her.