Fallen

My “flight” was late, and it never was. Punctual were the returns to Heaven after deeds were done. But her skin glowed under the moonlight, and I found myself raptured with the sight. Would she lift upon my touch? Would Father know my sin if I lay with her tonight? 

About: This piece was my third and final potential submission in the YeahWrite Super Challenge #18 where all work had to begin with the prompt “My flight was late.” Additionally, each submission had to be exactly 50 words.

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