Flash Fiction

Angels were dying everywhere.  Falling from the sky without warning.  Occasionally crushing an unwitting innocent, but mostly coming down in open fields, away from the masses.  Every now and then there was a brief survivor.  With broken wings and broken hearts they managed, bit by bit, to retell the story.

God has lost his omnipotence and he is angry.  He believes that someone has stolen it.  He is starting with angels and working his way down.  We will be soon.

The churches quickly filled up and some serious praying was done.  Eventually the angels stopped falling from the sky.