No one notices angels. Of course, no one would spot me on my perch high above Crescent Bay. I crouched in an almost avian manner, a posture born to accommodate my wings though I’d long since hidden their physical form.
Among the general population, wings only draw unwanted attention–a complication I could do without.
Blending into the world is how I perform my job best.
I’m an earth angel. Not the kind with a halo, glowing robes, and a melodious voice. No, I’m a trench warrior, relegated to the earthly realm.
In the distance, the harbor bell clanged as a sudden gust of wind whooshed past it. Its melancholy tone floated on the air that tasted of salt and whispered secrets from the sea.
A moment later, my coat fluttered in the breeze, and a strip of flaming red hair blew across my cheek.
I smoothed it back as I searched the streets, using my telescopic vision to search for my next charge.
I’d received the assignment only a day ago. After my last charge no longer needed my help, having successfully completed my mission, I moved on to the next one.
I pulled her picture up on my cell phone. Yes, even angels use cell phones. And yes, I spend too much time on social media, too. But I always call it “research.”
The woman’s face stared back at me from her file. With soft, pleasant features, warm, brown eyes, and a lovely smile, she didn’t look like she’d need help, but that couldn’t have been further from the truth.
I hadn’t spotted that face anywhere in the early morning swarms of people leaving their apartments and homes to hit the city’s streets.
Today was the day I’d introduce myself to Emily Thompson. The day I’d begin guiding her to ensure a positive result.
Apparently, Miss Emily Thompson was a very important woman…or would be.
“She must be saved at all costs,” my supervisor said as he uploaded the file to our heavenly server. “Make sure she survives.”
