Flash Fiction

The desolation angel of zero space fought desperately to relieve herself of the attentions of the three eyed cover dog. The dog snarled and spittled, his middle eye remained locked onto the angel’s movements, whilst his other two watched, independently, the grey mist that surrounded their confrontation. The two figures, the wan, pale coloured angel and the black, charcoal like cover dog stood a matter of paces apart and in a circle a further ten paces away the grey impenetrable fog.

Against the massive aura and keening of the desolation angel’s constructed sadness the dog slowly lost it’s enthusiasm. The dog lost it’s spittle, which had fallen in a plagued circle around it’s front paws, and it lost it’s snarl. Slowly, as in mid snarl, it lay down to sleep, gently crossing front paw over front paw over spitted spittle. The dogs two outer eyes immediately slept but it’s middle eye blinked with the slight attentiveness of a former cover dog.

She, the angel, continued her low haunted keening that hung in the air like the mist itself and she further manipulated it with both her voice and by gently with her hands until the keen became the sweetest of lullaby and the dog was satiated. A repetitive snore and response, all of his life now.

The angel moved forward and delicately lifted her gown above her ankle to allow her to step over the slumbering animal and part the surrounding fog to reveal a glorious field of violet gatherers and a host of golden dragon rills. Some half a mile into the distance she spied the boundary of the new fog. She held still awaiting the arise of the next challenge in zero space.