First and foremost, happy birthday to fellow Friday Fictioneer Renee Heath!
Secondly, I apologize for not getting through all of last week’s stories. Same goes for not having responded to all of your comments on last week’s post. Sometimes life just gets crazy busy.
Finally, today’s story takes place immediately after Accidents Happen, that little vignette in which we saw our sweet little Angelique cushion a man’s fall with an ax. We pick up the story with Angelique emerging from the barn to come face to face with her less-than-impressed handler…
Involuntary Sabbatical (100 words)
“Don’t make it personal, Angie.” Jeremy stood beneath the oak, muscular arms across his chest, ebony wings twitching with displeasure. “Do you think his Maker smirks? Do you suppose He delights in a life lost?”
“But,” Angelique glared at the dilapidated barn. “He killed…”
“Uh-uh.” Jeremy shook his dark hair out of his eyes. “You deliver justice – swift, severe, final. But you are not the judge of that man, not the judge of any of them. Go home, Angelique. Find me when you can serve honorably again.”
He left, a flurry of raven wings, before she could protest.
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