100-word short story: Dirty Angel

Dirty Angel

It was wrong, but he had to see her. His dirty angel, so cold, so young and old. She lay waiting for him, never speaking and he couldn't get her out of his mind. At last he resolved to uncover all her secrets, toss aside all the dirt that separated them, see her face at last.


He chose a cold night, with the moon just a sliver and fog coming up off the ground. He stared at the marble angel that marked where she slept. It was weathered by the years, dirty and neglected. Then he picked up his shovel. Pin It Now!