Angel in Disguise

Written for https://lindaghill.com/category/stream-of-consciousness-saturday/

Elizabeth always believed in angels.

A song played on the radio when she was feeling lonely, or a white feather found on the ground. She couldn’t look away from the clouds today, a pair of angel’s wings above a crowd of people. The golden moon, keeping the two separate, yet together.

She needed them today, as her days seemed to be longer than normal.

Money always seemed to worry her, and she wanted it to be different for her children. She wanted them to have the best life could offer. Just beneath her feet, something moved.

A white feather, no bigger than a penny, was now soft in her palm. She gently put it inside her pocket. She was luckier than most. Her children always well fed. Yes, their clothes were from charity shops, and they needed to rely on food banks to eat. Not all the time, but at the end of the month.

She smiled, as the wings drifted away. Angels would always watch over her children and keep them safe.

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