Skis glide over jump; I soar for seven glorious seconds before gravity reminds me I can’t fly. It’s not fair: other half-angels have wings. Father claims I haven’t earned mine even though I heal people every week.
With a sigh, I scan the hill for my cousin and find her racing towards a tree.
I shout. She ignores me. I speed to her, tackling her into a soft snowbank seconds before impact.
When she doesn’t thank me, I read her mind. She’s disappointed, wishing the tree put her out of her misery.
Healing is more than mending bones, whispers Father’s voice.
Very eerie and beautifully written.
Wow. This is a nice little sortie into the ESP realm. Or is that my imagination kicking in? However it is, I really liked this one.
Wow. So much distance travelled in such a short space. Impressive. I liked this one a lot.
Thank you for the compliments! Bobby Warner – there is a bit of ESP in here. These are characters from my YA fantasy novel.