by Anya Wylde
He continued to pull her and she flew upwards, higher and higher, until her nose poked through fluffy white clouds.
Her eyes widened, and her heart surged with joy. She beat her silver wings and summersaulted into a sparkling new world.
Epilogue
Many moons later she lay back on a happy little cloud and slathered sunscreen all over herself. She was so close to the sun here, it would take but a minute to burn. She sipped from a chilled glass of manna and wondered what to do next.
It would be lovely to know how to dance, she mused, to dance better than anyone in the universe.
A few cupids who were waltzing nearby stopped mid twirl and eyed her in distress.
She ignored their aimed arrows and leaped off the misty chair to take her first dancing steps.
The End
About the Author
Anya Wylde lives in Ireland along with her husband and a fat French poodle (now on a diet). She can cook a mean curry, and her idea of exercise is occasionally stretching her toes. She holds a degree in English literature and adores reading and writing.
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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either a product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.
