Welcome to Sunday Blog Share. Today, we’ll be talking about An Angel Sang Tonight. This story was difficult to write. The premise was a short, not a novel or novella. For the first time in my career, I found it difficult to do what once came easily when writing short stories—create loveable and memorable characters with a minimum of words. Even admonishing myself to focus on the plot rather than character development didn’t work… until I discovered the true meaning behind this story
An Angel Sang Tonight was more than a story about a man and a woman losing their faith close to the holidays. It was far more than her inability to sing a song she’d always done without thought. There were more issues at hand than a young man losing his mother during what’s alleged to be the happiest time of the year. This tale was about a couple discovering their deep feelings for each other, despite their diverse backgrounds. It was about others seeing their love as unimportant, nothing that would do either any good.
Christmas was almost here.
Caryn O’Brien and Johnson Angel lost the music in their lives when circumstances tore them away from each other. Together, they were a talented team, but separate, all they had were empty spaces in their souls. It didn’t help that the gulf between them was being forced open even wider by the bigotry and anger that surrounded them.
They had no way of knowing that those very things, which drove them apart, would also bring them together.
Caryn O’Brien stood in front of the choir, at the front of her church. On Christmas Eve she would celebrate her twenty-third birthday the same way she had done it since she was seven—by singing a solo of the one holiday song that meant so much to her.
She bowed her head forward, letting her copper colored hair conceal her face. It was better this way, so no one could see her excruciating pain. The source of said pain wasn’t visible. How does one show that their heart has shattered? How does a person get over the worst betrayal of their life? No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t bring her voice to the level of intensity required to make this song memorable.
I’ve loved Silent Night since the first time I heard it. Why can’t I sing it right now?
About K.C. Sprayberry
Born and raised in Southern California’s Los Angeles basin, K.C. Sprayberry spent years traveling the United States and Europe while in the Air Force before settling in northwest Georgia. A new empty nester with her husband of more than twenty years, she spends her days figuring out new ways to torment her characters and coming up with innovative tales from the South and beyond.
She’s a multi-genre author who comes up with ideas from the strangest sources. Those who know her best will tell you that nothing is safe or sacred when she is observing real life. In fact, she considers any situation she witnesses as fair game when plotting a new story.
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