- An angel sat beside me on the plane.
- Her wings, she neatly folded overhead.
- She settled in her seat, and smiled and said
- hello, and was I feeling any pain?!
-
- I felt embarrassed. Three martinis on
- my breath (or was it four?) I'd had before
- eleven. "I hate to fly, it's such a bore,"
- I sighed, "but anyway...my name is John."
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"Elaine. You'll make a hell of an angel if
- you hate to fly," she laughed. It was like wind
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chimes. "Let's trust the Divine," the angel grinned,
- "and not the Absolut." The wings found lift,
-
- the engines roared. I felt her gently take my
- trembling hand--
- and I began to fly.
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© Raintown Review,
2003
