by Jodie Angell
Mercy’s fingers plucked the harp strings, sensing the nearby souls in their final moments before death.
She overlooked the man, unconscious in his armchair.
The room filled with graceful harmony, and the music rose to a crescendo.
A tear rolled from her eyes as a final breath escaped his mouth. A silvery whisp floated from between his lips—his soul now free from the shackles of life.
The music halted, and Mercy reached out her hands to cradle the drifting soul. It disappeared as another spirit called for her.
The room snapped shut, and another materialised. Her songs began again.
Jodie Angell grew up in South Wales, U.K. She started writing at the age of eleven, entering children’s anthologies. Her first book, Crimson Kiss, is signed with Champagne Book Group.
Jodie explores all genres. She has recently expanded her repertoire and has signed several dark short stories with Black Hare Press. Follow Jodie on Twitter.