January 8, 2012 § 5 Comments
She had only paused a moment, to read the words in Old English. She hadn’t really believed it would work, thus she fearlessly, soundlessly mouthed…
The book came with her, the broom did not.
The rest was silence.
She was grateful she was the type of person to be settled comfortably so fast.
She was grateful she had felt leisurely that morning, before her chores. Her wings were fluffy and unruffled and her robes were flowing and uncreased.
She was grateful to be where she loved things; the wood pile, the materials, the back stage of the garden, the pieces waiting to go out.
One less angel in heaven. She did not feel sorry about that. She felt a patience for the present and she didn’t care what came next.
We lost another one.
I see there has been a drastic drop in faith.
We have had worse.
We will have worse.
Yes, my Lord.
Listen, fetch Isabella for me, would you?
Course, my Lord. Course…