Five Sentence Fiction - Radiance



Philip moved his chair closer to her, careful not to make noise as to disturb her. He reached out his hand and lightly traced the lines on her face with his fingers, leaning forward to breath in her familiar smell of milk and honey. Her thin, pale eyelids fluttered slightly and he waited a moment until they were still again before smoothing her fine white hair and placing a soft kiss on her cheek. He glanced over at the bedside table, at his favorite picture of her; a glowing young woman on her wedding day. Looking down at her now, his beautiful wife and some day very soon an angel, she was as radiant to him as ever.      


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