In the interests of showing a softer side of Angelique (who really, truly is not a warped she-devil!) and a more cheery interpretation of this week’s photo prompt, I’ve written another scene for Rochelle’s photo. It is way over the 100 word limit, so not technically a Friday Fictioneers piece. Nonetheless, I hope you all enjoy!
Photo copyright – Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Hark, the herald angels sing, Glory to the newborn king!
The children’s voices rang out in the cold night air as parents, grandparents, and townspeople shivered with hands deep in their pockets.
“You were there, Gabe,” Angeliqe said. “What was it like?”
“The world was dark with sin, humanity burdened with poverty and oppression. They were waiting, watching, praying for their salvation to appear.”
Mild he lays his glory by, Born that man no more may die.
“It is much the same now, isn’t it?” Angelique moved closer to Gabe, seeking the warmth emanating from his figure.
“In many ways, yes. Sin and Death still prey upon them, and they still wait with longing for redemption. But He has been born among them already, and now He longs for them to be born, not in the natural way, but born of His Spirit.”
Born to raise the sons of earth, Born to give them second birth.
“So,” Angelique drew the word out, her eyes fixed on a tiny chorus member singing with all his heart, “He was born that they might be born?”
“Precisely, little one.” Gabe smiled affectionately at Angelique and placed his hand on her delicate shoulder, dissipating December’s chill.
She heard a voice above her, rising triumphantly with the strains of the elementary school’s choir. Gabe had joined the age-old anthem.
Hark, the herald angels sing, glory to the newborn King!
Wishing you all a hopeful Advent season and a joyous Christmas!