Indira My Guardian Angel SN2022

The stars never seemed as cold and distant as on the night Indira died. My car was at the hospital but I chose to walk. I needed time to process a world without her.

I knew there would never be time enough but set out into the night anyway.

On autopilot, engulfed in grief, my feet struck a path and I came to suddenly swept up in a scene.

A girl, five feet away, chasing a ribbon into traffic. I lunged and pulled her to safety, hearing sobbing from behind.

Handing her to her mother, I walked on.

The End

a reply to: zosimov

Beautiful and splendid.


Was the final scene he/she was caught up in a time paradox involving Indira's death?

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Johnny

a reply to: 19Bones79

Thanks for reading and I love your interpretation regarding a time paradox

I wrote this one to be a bit ambiguous and open to various perspectives (hope that's not obnoxious for the reader).

Have a good one

a reply to: zosimov


Open ended possibilities are great, I must've read this story more than 5 times for me it was top notch.

a reply to: zosimov

An evocative and melancholic tale, zosimov, but with a glimmer of hope. Maybe, some things are just meant to be - for a higher purpose we can't comprehend.

a reply to: zosimov
Walked or floated?

a reply to: zosimov

Nicely done, concerning navigating the emotional aspects of grief and occurrences along the way.

a reply to: xpert11

Thanks for checking out the tale and for the feedback! Much appreciated.