Flight

angel storm cloud

They stood together, brother and sister, hand in hand at the cliff's edge, trembling, waiting; dark clouds raging overhead challenging the turbulent sea below. The wind tugged at their clothes, willing them to jump, carrying the sound of dogs baying, first intermittent, then more persistent, reminding them of their purpose. They had run all day, fleeing from the children's home, but could run no more.

The girl looked up at her older brother and spoke: "What are we going to do, Danny?"

He gazed back at her, his eyes old with sorrow, but he didn't know.

So they huddled close, love in a bundle, the baying drawing nearer, and then together jumped into the arms of a waiting angel.