Flash Fiction #161 – Angel of Mercy

As the rain pours, Winifred clings to her dead children.

Delirium morphs her neighbors’ wails into her own skin pustules’ screams for God’s mercy.

This is no plague; it’s hell.

Lightning reveals a beautiful lady in silk standing over her.

“My angel?” croaks Winifred.

Jenny kneels.

She strokes the dying woman’s cheek as her canines extend.

“Thy vampire.”

Jenny hums a lullaby as her teeth sink into Winifred.

Something in the bite turns all the agony into bliss.

“Thank you,” whispers Winifred to her angel of mercy.

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