The Flight


Bobby was a good friend and I knew he was in heaven with the angels. At least, I hoped so. He didn’t come from much but always made sure everyone around him was taken care of. His smile was infectious, like the angelsunshine after a storm. It could pull me out of my depressive funk, even after my step-brother beat me up.

“It’s not fair, God! Why put him through the hell of living if you were just going to take him away so soon?” I yelled as I walked to his grave. Knowing God didn’t care about what I had to say, I sighed. HE had more important things to worry about, like the kids suffering in Africa.

As I approached Bobby’s headstone, I saw a breathtaking sight. There was an angel kneeling by his grave. It must be from one of the church groups he was in or maybe a club he belonged to at school. The alabaster stone looked almost lifelike and I wanted to touch it. It drew me closer and then I saw it. It moved.

“I know you want to touch me. Normally, I would not mind, but I am so tired from the trip,” the voice whispered as she slowly turned her head towards me. I wanted to go screaming into the night, but my legs were stuck. It was like being superglued to the ground. Her eyes stared into mine and all went black.

“Miss. Miss!” I heard a deep raspy voice coming from above me.

“God?” I croaked.

“It’s been a while since I heard that one,” the voice said with a chuckle. My eyes open to a crinkley looking man, probably in his late 70’s. He had on overalls and was holding a rake.

“I’m Gus, the caretaker. And you are?” He held out his hand to help me up. Gratefully, I took it and stood, but swayed a little bit. He grabbed my waist to steady me and then looked at my face.

“I’m Jenna. What time is it?” I asked as I cocked my head to the side and raised my eyebrow. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“You saw her, didn’t you?” He examined me, like a specimen in a lab. His big brown eyes were magnified by the thick glasses sitting on his nose. Gus seemed to be very interested in something about me, but I had no idea what it was he saw.

“What do you mean?” I yawned and stretched. I felt something on my back and felt a whoosh of air.

“There, you did see her. It seems she tagged you.” He smiled. I felt the weight of my body become light as I lifted off the ground. I screamed as I saw my shadow on the ground, and it had wings!


Author: samanthafn82

I am forever creating worlds within my mind and place them on paper when I cannot take it anymore. My muse is the vibrant life around me, from the icy blue sky above to the humming of Earth beneath my feet. I live to tell a great story and amuse everyone around me.

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