Small Stories of Life, Love, and Wonder

Fallen

The small crystallized pieces of water floated meekly down from the heavens.  The woods were quiet, not a creature stirred in their shadows.  The field was small and the grass had yet to be covered by the snow.  Her hair was long and blonde with a gentle curl.  Her body was like that of an angel, pale-skinned and glowing with youth.  Snow settled on her eyes lashes and in the girl's hair as she laid in the still soft grass.  Her wings laid out behind her, raven black edged with red.  She was a fallen.  One of the few who had survied after commiting a crime against their sacred duty to Heaven.