The next photo is the PHOTO PROMPT. Where does it take you? Tell us in one hundred words or less.
Genre: Speculative Fiction
Word Count: 100
‘Ezra the guardian,’ showed up at Jenna’s reception carrying his file, a tattered notebook full of yellowed newspaper clippings and dog-eared photos.
“What’s that screwball doing here?” I laughed at his sky-blue suitcoat and checkered trousers.
“Ask him to dance.” Jenna winked.
Ezra smiled at me and my scalp tingled.
“I’d sooner die.”
In my hasty getaway I collided with an oncoming semi. My windshield exploded, sharp pain shot through my chest and then all feeling ceased.
“Shall we dance?” whispers Ezra the guardian.
His smile brings me peace as we hover, hand in hand, over my mangled mortal coil.
*Note: In Hebrew Ezra (עזרא) means ‘help’ and is similar to Azriel (עזריאל) which means ‘God’s help.’ Azriel the Archangel of Death. My story is in no way meant to promote a particular belief system, it’s merely the product of my imagination.