“Mommy!” Little Methilda called for her mother.
But Stella’s eyes were stuck on the sky. The clear sky had suddenly changed into patterns that read doom.
Methilda’s absurd laugh broke her gaze.
“Yeah you read it right Stella”, it was Him speaking through Methilda. A chill ran through Stella as she looked helplessly at her child.
“It starts today. In fact it has already begun.” Methilda laughed as she lunged from the roof.
Stella flew right behind, catching her child in her arms. The day had come, but was she ready? She held her child close to her bosom weeping.
My entry for Friday Fictioneers this week (after so many weeks!).
Lovely prompt, I couldn’t resist despite my Writer’s block! 🙂