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A Spark of Light
A Spark of Light
A Spark of Light
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Disillusioned by a thousand years of trying to bring light to a darkening world, an angel bound his wings, walked to the tallest bridge in the city, and prepared to jump. Until a passing human intervened. Now she's determined to convince him life is worth living. But her motives may not be as pure as they seem.

 

This short story is 4900 words long. It is also available in Dark Wings, Bright Flame, an urban fantasy short story collection.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherZoe Cannon
Release dateJul 2, 2021
ISBN9798201110512
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    A Spark of Light - Zoe Cannon

    A Spark of Light

    Zoe Cannon

    © 2021 Zoe Cannon

    http://www.zoecannon.com

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    This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters and events are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons living or dead is entirely coincidental.

    A Spark of Light

    I smiled and leaned into the breeze as it blew across the bridge from the river, driving away the smell of exhaust with the thick, loamy scent of the water. On nights like this, with the air heavy and wild, and the drone and blare of traffic mere background noise, I almost felt free. The sun hung in the sky like a bloody eye as it prepared to sink below the horizon, but I met its stare without blinking. I had nothing to fear.

    It was the perfect weather for walking. The air was cool enough to dry the day’s sweat, but not so cold that I had needed to dig my fall jacket out from the closet, not yet. I was surprised—but happily so—that I was the only one out on the footpath tonight.

    The road over the bridge was a different story. Traffic inched forward as everyone raced at turtle speed to be the first ones home from their dead-end jobs. Half the drivers leaned on their horns as traffic jerked to a halt before it started crawling forward again, while the other half held it up further with bored glances at their phones. But the grimy, grumpy press of humanity wasn’t my

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