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.