Bronwyn Green

The Corner of Quirky & Kinky



This week’s flash fiction is inspired by one of my favorite songs by one of my favorite bands – Angels of the Silences by Counting Crows. Though, I must admit, I prefer the live version to the studio album version.

But, here are the lyrics and a link to the song.

Well I guess you left me with some feathers in my hand
Did it make it any easier to leave me where I stand?
I guess there might not be too many who would stand beside you now
Where’d you come from? Where am I going?
Why’d you leave me ’till I’m only good for…

Waiting for you
All my sins…
I said that I would pay for them if I could come back to you
All my innocence is wasted on the dead and dreaming

Every night these silhouettes appear above my head
Little angels of the silences that climb into my bed and whisper
Every time I fall asleep Every time I dream
“Did you come? Would you lie?
Why’d you leave us ’till we’re only good for…

Waiting for you”
All my sins…
I said that I would pay for them if I could come back to you
All my innocence is wasted on the dead and dreaming

I dream of Michelangelo when I’m lying in my bed
Little angels hang above my head and read me like an open book
Suck my blood, break my nerve offer me their arms
Well, I will not be an enemy of anything
I’ll only stand here

Waiting for you
All my sins…
I said that I would pay for them if I could come back to you
All my innocence is wasted on the dead and dreaming



And here’s the story:

“Zoe…?” I hated interrupting her. She always seemed so far away, these days. Even now, she didn’t answer. Just kept staring out into the distance. I wasn’t sure if it was because she hadn’t heard me or she was just choosing not to respond. It was hard to tell any more.

“We should get going.” I tried again. “It’s getting late.”

She finally turned her head to look at me. A slow, smooth turn like one of those creepy dolls that you see in low budget horror movies. It was appropriate, considering our location.

We were back at the old graveyard on the edge of town. Again. It was the same as the last time we’d been there—rundown and overgrown with miles of ancient grapevines strangling partially uprooted trees. The same, weathered headstones sat at the same angles, covered in the same weirdly crumbling moss. The busted down wrought iron fence was still broken in the same places, keeping out nothing but the occasional McDonald’s wrapper.

Everything was gray and bleak and miserable—like usual and I was sick to fucking death of the whole angst thing. But I’d promised mom I wouldn’t let her come out here alone. I wasn’t sure what mom was afraid Zoe would do.

“It’s starting to get dark,” I reminded her.

“Just a few more minutes? I think tonight will be the night he comes.”

I stifled a sigh. How did you break it to someone that not only weren’t ghosts real, but our dad hadn’t been interested in spending any time with us while he was alive, he sure as hell wouldn’t be coming back for visitation now that he was dead. Besides, if she really thought he was going to show up, why wasn’t she in the newer part of the cemetery across the dirt road? That was where he was buried.

Zoe turned away from me again, and I followed her line of vision toward the edge of the fence line. A mist, in typical, cliché form, rolled in from the lake, creeping past the bobbing heads of Queen Anne’s Lace that danced in the breeze.

“I’m going to pick some flowers for mom,” she announced, standing and handing me the fistful of feathers she’d picked up earlier from the ground.

“We’ve got that kind at home in the backyard. Let’s just pick them there.”

But she was already running toward the far side of the graveyard. The fog swirled around her feet, swelling violently into people sized shapes all around her.

Ice sluiced through my veins, and I ran after her. “Zoe!”

She whirled around and lifted her hand to wave. Dodging toppled and smashed headstones that stuck out of the ground like broken teeth, I raced toward her. As I got closer, the mist that had risen dropped to the ground as though it was made of molten steel instead of drifting droplets of water. And just as quickly, it vanished, as if it had been sucked from the yard.

The night was weirdly quiet, and Zoe was nowhere in sight.

“Zoe? Zoe, where are you? Zoe!” I ran to the fence and realized I was still clutching the feathers she’d shoved into my hand.


I’m excited to see what the others came up with for this song. Click their names and find out.




0 thoughts on “Flash Fiction: Angels of the Silences

  1. Pansy Petal says:

    Really? You are going to leave me hanging here? Evil woman you are. 😉 Job well done!

    1. Bronwyn says:

      Thanks, Pansy! 😀 Maybe one of these days, I’ll add to the shorts I’ve started here. 🙂

  2. Kris Norris says:

    OMG… that is so creepy… Well played. I loved it.

    1. Bronwyn says:

      Thanks, honey! 🙂

  3. Jess Jarman says:

    Let me having again, Boobs McGee. This so creep and beautiful. So well done, honey.

    1. Bronwyn says:

      Thank you, Cussy!!! <3

  4. You can’t stop it right there! I’m angry with you right now.

    1. Bronwyn says:

      Now I have guilt. And discomfort.

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