CMCon17 Halloween Flash Fiction with Amy Lane

Happy Halloween, everyone!!

It’s the final day of this year’s Flash Fiction event, I hope you’ve been enjoying all of the stories!! Also, be sure to check out the Coastal Magic Convention, where you’ll be able to hang out with each of our participating authors, and many, many others.


Today we’ve got THREE holiday stories to share, and this one is brought to us by Amy Lane. Amy’s stories are always full of heart, and this little short is no different. AND… it comes with a song suggestion for the “soundtrack”!! <3

Don’t forget to comment below her story with a question or comment for her (or for us), to be entered to win a prize pack of books & swag from many of our authors this week! (And be sure to check back on our “kickoff post” for the full schedule of participating authors. So many great stories, and each day you can enter to win!)

Here’s the image that inspired her story…


Dreams of an Urban Angel

Music trickled, ran, and flew above the rooftops, and Duma, Angel of Dreams, rested his cheek on his knees and ruffled his wings.
His human was dreaming of him again.
He’d been troubled–tickled, titillated, teased–from his chamber in heaven.  Dreams–he’d guarded the dreams of the righteous from the pain of the past, allowed common sense fears into the minds of toddlers, the better to keep them safe.
Or that’s what he’d been told.
Duma had begun to doubt the truth of his mission–and that was always bad for an angel.
Angels who doubted tended to fall.
Then Duma had heard the music, a refrain, sweet plaintive–an Appalachian violin riff, but he had yet to ask the angel of music if he was correct in his guess.
It wasn’t being played, though. It was being dreamed. 
Duma had resisted at first, but then, in odd moments, when he was thinking of nothing in particular, the dream of music would creep into his mind, along with an image–not the image of the dreamer, the image of the man he dreamed of.
Lanky, dark-haired, gaunt and sardonic.
Duma had wanted to look behind him to see where this cruel-smiling fallen angel stood. But every night the music crept relentlessly into his chamber, until Duma –half-insane with compulsion–slid out of heaven like blood-heated water slid between a man’s fingers.
He closed his eyes and plunged into that guise so effortlessly, he imagined it was how humans felt when diving into a pool of clear water on a hot day.
Ah, yes! God, thank you! This was who he was born to be!
With this newfound energy, he found the rooftop he needed, in a bustling metropolis, in the place where the business buildings were starting to fade into the residential buildings.  On a squat, square building a few stories taller than the others in the area, he made his perch.
It took him an hour.
For an hour, he sat on the rooftop and listened to the music in the hearts of the dreamers.
He heard heavy metal, the twang of country, the bounce and patter of theater. In his millennia as a heavenly being, he’d never imagined the allure of music, until it had twined his heart in a man’s dream.
And then…
Ah! Plaintive, melancholy, simple and beautiful–country plain, at odds with his urban angel exterior.
The contrast delighted him.
He saw his dreamer, walking in the rain, no umbrella in sight. He held his face to the warm summer rain, smiling faintly even as the rain plastered his dark blond hair to his head.  He didn’t shuffle, or hunch, or shy away from the rain. He welcomed it, like Duma had welcomed the transformation from light and thought to the form he wore like skin.
This man–this man was waiting for love to transform him.
He disappeared into a nearby building and Duma tilted his face to the rain. The strain of music played, embedding itself in the sinews of his heart, the bittersweetness so acute, he could taste it like sour candy.
Tonight, his dreamer would call him, and Duma would answer.
Tonight, they would dream together.


  1. Comment by Samantha Rozyczko:

    Oh that just made me want more.

  2. Comment by TPod:

    That piece comes up on a couple of my Pandora stations from time to time. It’s haunting and lovely. So’s the story. Thank you for sharing!

  3. Comment by donnas:

    Great story!!

  4. Comment by Kim Heniadis:

    I love finding new authors, and new music. Thanks!

  5. Comment by Linda Shoun:

    Interesting images

  6. Comment by Carra S:

    Now that makes me want a full story for sure…

  7. Comment by Aletheia Knights:

    Very poetic and not too reminiscent of anything I’ve read before.

  8. Comment by Al:

    Oddly, it reminds me of Loreena McKennett.

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