Here is another story for Thursday's Tales. The accompanying photo was provided by PORG.
His soul drifted to an invisible seat. The east winds swirled about him. His eyes wandered west towards the future. An angel beat her wings against his back. Her feathers were silver tipped and dipped in sunlight. She was adorned in a white dress and a crown of white roses.
“Choose the path you seek,” she commanded. The earth grew still until he heard the faint beating of his heart. Sweat dropped from his brow like rain. He agonized over returning to his lost past. But he desired to know his future.
“I chose my future,” he answered.
“Follow me,” she sang and her wings expanded in the wind. An ethereal light fell upon her brow. He caught the scent of her hair wafting. He sunk in the chair, and the fragrant garden parted. He woke from his revelry. The angel was gone.