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The Lightning Rod

A flash fiction in 100 words

Image by Enrique Meseguer from Pixabay

My name is not important. I am an angel, a shield, a defender. I stand in the pass.

I am the Lightning Rod, like my mother before me and her mother before her. We have stood guard for generations, taking the shots for those who cannot.

The bolts and darts and flaming arrows and bullets of hate glance off me where they would kill others. I wear their prayers as my armour and their hopes and dreams give me strength.

The lonely, the orphan, the outcast, I stand with them, before them, beside them.

I need nothing. I am love.

This story is a response to Prism & Pen’s writing prompt Lightning and Strikes.

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