“The world is round!” argued one of the angels.
“No!” contested another. “It is flat!”
Many of the angels believed that Heaven was round, and they assembled to construct vessels of divine radiance. The answers were revealed to them in an unexpected fashion, when the shimmering beings inadvertently sailed off the edge of their world to plummet through the atmosphere.
Looking at the night sky, Andy suddenly began to shout, and his father rushed over.
“What is it, son?”
“Look, dad!” Andy cried, pointing upward. “A falling star!”
Tommy B. Smith is a freelance writer who speaks to cats. His works have most recently appeared in such publications as Black Petals and Horror Carousel, and he currently resides in Fort Smith, Arkansas.
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November 5th, 2007 at 2:44 pm
So that’s where shooting stars come from!
November 5th, 2007 at 5:37 pm
A different take on what it means to be a “fallen angel” as well. LoL.
December 2nd, 2007 at 5:42 pm
[...] The Edge of the Sky [...]
July 14th, 2008 at 3:06 am
What a cool story-so much is said in so few words-great job.
Best,
Pamela