Talk was that there was a new dude in town, a young guy with bright eyes. One wonders how it would have played out had his secret remained undiscovered, but it wasn’t long before local gossip had it that he was hiding a pair of wings...
Nobody seems to know what went down that night, the night the angel was seen slipping out, the night he escaped the angry, mocking crowd with a broken wing. But time has passed and at daybreak, so they say, you can see an angel against the sun, struggling home, on a single silver wing.
Author bio: Chris Brunette is a poet and a writer. He lives in Cape Town.
Phaethon is part of 101 Fiction issue 16.
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