Glass Angel

Prompt: broken by in_the_blue. 100 Word Stories

Liana Mir

Liana Mir reads, writes, and wrangles the muses from her mundane home in the Colorado Rockies and, occasionally, from the other side of the Barrier.

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Its Own Absolution

16 — 03. Late Autumn

After the Grief

16 — 03. Late Autumn

Battery Acid

17 — 02. Summer

Accounting for Redemption

17 — 02. Summer

Counting Heartbeats

18 — 01. Spring

Song Between the Waking and the Dreaming

20 — 04. Winter

Echoes of Anchor Lost

21 — 01. Spring

Don’t Remind Me That It’s Over

21 — 02. Summer


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Name Me Another (or Glass Angel, Redux)

22 — 01. Spring

Glass Angel

22 — 01. Spring

Pause the Sonata

22 — 02. Summer

Without a Reason

22 — 03. Autumn

Learning Legato

23 — 02. Summer

Acceptable Cost

23 — 02. Summer

History Lesson on the Night Train

23 — 03. Autumn

Abyss Looking Back

23 — 03. Autumn

Collateral Damage

23 — 03. Autumn

Five Reasons I Love You

23 — 03. Autumn

Little Things

23 — 03. Autumn

Owning Beauty

23 — 04. Winter

Dream the Dance

23 — 04. Winter

Snow Day

24 — 02. Summer

As the River Breathes

AU 21 — 04. Winter

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Glass Angel

He had to name her to have her.

Jordan Michael gave her the glass angel in Glaston and asked her to marry him, but did he really know her in the first place?

22 — 01. Spring
Kingdoms and Thorn Science Fiction
Flash Fiction Short Story

Jordan Michael gave her the glass angel in Glaston. He bent his knee, asked her to marry him, and she met his gaze quite calmly and asked, “What is my name?”

He called her ‘angel’ when he read from books he thought she’d like. She had. He called her ‘sweetheart’ when he read about special humans with strange superpowers. But he’d stopped asking that and now she had turned the question around.

Jordan Michael fished his mouth, then, “You never told me, love.”

The glass angel slipped from her fingers, crashed on the pavement. He wouldn’t or couldn’t name her.


Kingdoms and Thorn Science Fiction

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9 Responses to Glass Angel

  1. ganymeder says:

    Seems metaphorical. How can he know her if she won't let him?

    A rose by any other name...

    • Liana says:

      To her, you can name anyone you know, and she has been herself with him enough for him to name her. But as a 100-word story, I was obliged to compact that concept as much as possible.

      • Esther says:

        I like this concept. I didn't get it completely the first time I read it, but I'm not sure why. The last line is pretty clear. Maybe if you gave an example of her naming someone else without having to be told? I know it's only 100 words, so figuring out how to include it...! I've never tried to write such short fiction. You've accomplished quite a feat!

        • Liana says:

          I'm glad you liked it! I do have a hard time finagling in basic premise details (like specials, of which she's one) and story concept and story itself. 100 words can be so sparse! But you have a point. Next time, I'll show her naming him, even if just in her head.

  2. I really liked this. I imagined it set in London's Covent Garden for some reason. I guess they both have a magic of their own. 🙂 This seems like an idea ripe for further exploration! Nice work!

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  4. I liked this little glimpse of doomed love. Funnily enough I pictured it in a setting that could have been Covent Garden!

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