A Short Story for “G” and the Font “Gargoyles” (#AtoZChallenge)

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For Day 8 of the Blogging from A to Z April Challenge, I chose the font Gargoyles by Pixel Sagas as my prompt for today’s flash fiction.

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I hope you enjoy today’s flash fiction, Gargoyles.


Gargoyles

by Anjela Curtis

I never imagined that one day I’d become a gargoyle. Yet that was my fate. My gargoyle story began just days after the birth of my son Jacob. Exhausted and near death, Evil tricked me into bartering my soul while down the hall from my hospital room, my newborn baby fought for his life.

“Will you give your soul to save that of your baby?” Evil crooned.

“Yes, of course,” I whispered, “what mother wouldn’t?” Evil just smiled.

That day I died, or so my family thought. Though I had forfeited my soul to save that of my son’s, I had unknowingly agreed to spend the rest of eternity encased in a prison of cement on the side of a building. My only reprieve was that got to choose which building. I chose the one across the street from my family’s home.

From my perch, I discovered that there were others there like me. There we sat: moms, wives, sisters, and lovers. All of us gargoyles who had been tricked by Evil into making the noblest of sacrifices for a loved one. We were a sisterhood of Watchers of varying ages and from various decades, all having chosen the same building. Our curse was to watch the lives those we love go on without us.

I was content to watch my son come and go to and from school, the doctor’s, and the dentist’s. I witnessed birthdays, play dates, and holidays. My sisters did too. Vicariously, they found satisfaction through my happiness. Then Evil thought to take away my last remnant of joy by sending on of his minions to torment my Jacob in the guise of a step-mom who abused him when his father was away.

Filled with compassion for my sisterhood and infinite love for my only son, my focused love coalesced to break my curse and that of those around me. Freed of the cement that held us, we gargoyles revolted en mass. Tired of spewing water, we took to the sky like angry birds and swooped down on Jacob’s evil step-mother. Poor thing died from the shock and had to return to hell.

No longer pinioned to my building, yet unable to return to my old life as the creature I’d become, I now watch over the neighborhood and protect the children who suffer at the hands of Evil’s minions.

© Anjela Curtis

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3 thoughts on “A Short Story for “G” and the Font “Gargoyles” (#AtoZChallenge)

  1. …love. So, okay, I have only read three A-Z entries so far. But you’re totally going to put these in a collection and sell it at the end, right? And maybe turn some of these into longer stories? Because I’d buy that.

    1. I’m sure that a few of these will at least become novellas in the future. But, I can’t say which at this point. You will have to stay tuned.

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