An Angel’s Gifts

A mini story by Silvan A Elendal

I wake staring at a white ceiling. There is murmuring from a distance, not voices, but thoughts. For the first time in my experience most of these thoughts are safe clean and friendly. I know I’m in hospital. The door opens.

See to the little boy, wonder if he’s awake yet, then head down to see Mrs…

She smiled at me, white nurses uniform looking pristine and well pressed. She attends to me, I am silent as she fusses, promises to bring me something to eat and leaves.

My wrists are bandaged and I am dressed in one of those stupid hospital white things. My clothes are on the chair by the bed, there is an IV drip in the back of my hand. I yank it out and get dressed, slipping out into the corridor. No one notices me because I move as though I’m supposed to be there. Outside the hospital I do not known where I am but instead I listen, sifting through the grime and muck of the human mind to find the street name.

It works and I turn the corner which I know will lead me toward home and come to a dead halt. This is a different town, a city, and I am lost.

Fazed I go to sit on a low wall by a fountain for a while. After some minutes a presence forces me to look up. Sitting on a street lamp is a man dressed all in white with long golden hair, pale skin, and huge white feathered wings. His eyes are ever shifting.

An Angel.

Good evening Luka…

Me, a bridge like a rainbow.

I think you already know…

Thankyou. Thankyou so much!