Virtuous Flash Fiction: Diligence

Seven days…
Seven saintly virtues…


White feathers stumped and painted crimson clung at his weary shoulders and stuck to his blood paddled feet, but still he walked. The small gift was safely cradled in his palms.

Nothing else mattered.

His soles cut to ribbons on the sharp rocks, the precious gift nestled in his hands. It would be delivered.

Even mortal pain would not stop him.

Finally, he reached the city walls. With his cargo passed carefully on, he curled alone on the dusty floor.

They found his body when death had taken him, forgetting the cure he’d delivered, recoiling instead at his torn wings.

This post is part of the Seven Days, Seven Saintly Virtues Blog Challenge started by the lovely Lady Antimony of the blog Thoughts, Musings and Broken Promises.

Are your virtues this selfless…?

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8 thoughts on “Virtuous Flash Fiction: Diligence”

  1. How sad. It's like he lost the will to live after his mission was accomplished… very diligent in delivery and in self pity to the point he couldnt help himself… very deep

  2. Reminds me of the Battle of Marathon where the runner back to the city to inform the people their troops won–and to hold fast–over exerted himself to the point of death but made sure to deliver his message first.
    Definitely touching, sad to see an angel die but also inspiring to see such selfless embodiment of Virtue.

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