15 for 15 Contest --- Closed

A veil of smoke settled onto the sweat streaked man. His chest heaved as he let out a sharp, piercing cough, full of such sorrow that it was no wonder the bodily function was intertwined with a sob. Choking and stuttering, a heavy wave coursed down his cheeks, damp tears staining his dry, dirt streaked face. Their pure quality gave an eerie feel to the scene.

An angel dressed in red wrestled dark clouds of hate to make it through to the broken man. With ease he lifted him onto his wings and carried him away, flying to a safe haven where the man could feel real again and recover from the tragedy. Laid to rest, the man gently fell into sleep as more were dragged from the burning heap of fear.