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Angel at Christmas
Angel at Christmas
Word Count: 1162
GYWO Stop Challenge
It started as a feeling but soon became her reality. She could feel the hope in the air so close to Christmas.
Angel Mackenzie flattened herself against the brick wall of the alley behind a dumpster. She could still hear the footsteps getting closer. She closed her eyes and held her breath just in case the person who belonged to those footsteps wanted to find her.
“Hello there. I saw you come in here. This isn’t a very safe place for a woman to be walking.” A man’s voice calmly stated.
Angel opened one eye and looked at the old man standing in front of her. “Who the hell are you?”
The old man laughed. “I am Father Bernard from Our Lady of Angels. Who are you?”
“I’m Angel.” Angel relaxed a little but she was still on guard. “Ironic, huh?”
“Indeed!” The old priest chuckled. Come on then. I will walk you out of this place back to the main street. Are you on your way home? If it isn’t too far, I could walk with you. Just to make sure you are safe.”
“I don’t have a home really.” Angel pushed back her black curls. “I was just looking for a place to sleep.”
“We have a shelter at the church. I’m sure we can find a space for one more especially one of Our Lady’s angels.” Father Bernard held out his hand to her. “It’s better than sleeping out here in the cold.”
“Okay but I’m not that religious.” Angel took his hand. I haven’t been in a church for a long time.”
“You don’t have to be devout to seek shelter with us, my child. God loves everyone.” The old priest patted her hand. “We may be able to find you something more permeant and a job to pay for it.”
“Thank you.” Angel said quietly.
“Now, how old are you and why are you out in the cold so close to Christmas?” The old priest asked.
“I’m 18 as of yesterday. My father told me that I was a burden on the family. He threw me out with just what I could carry.” Angel held up a backpack. “It’s just some clothes. We never had much but … I don’t know. You have probably heard it a thousand times before.”
“Yes. I have. It never gets any easier to hear.” The priest nodded. He led her around the corner to a large gothic church. “Here we are. The shelter is in the basement.”
They walked down a set of steps to a red door. The old priest opened the door and held it as she walked through.
“Hello Father.” A middle aged woman dressed in a modern nuns habit smiled from the desk. “I see you have found a new friend.”
“Yes I have, Sister Mercy. This is Angel. I would say she needs a hot meal and a bed.
“Angel?” Sister mercy got up and looked her up and down. “We can’t have an angel on the street cold and hungry, can we? This way child. I have the perfect place for you.”
“Go on.” The old priest patted her hand. “Sister Mercy will take care of you.”
“Thank you again, Father Bernard. Angel smiled then let the nun take her into a large room filled tables and chairs.
Sister Mercy waved to a man at the counter. “Michael, could you bring our new friend a plate?”
“Yes sister.” The man turned to put food on a clean plate.
“Michael is our cook and handyman.” Sister Mercy explained.
Angel sat at a table with the nun. “I don’t want to be any trouble.”
“You aren’t any trouble. I’ll make up a room for you. Stay here and eat your supper.” Sister Mercy patted her on the shoulder.
They’re good people. Michael sat down at the table. You can trust them. I’ve been here three years. I was on the hooch and they helped me get sober and find a job. Now I help out when I can to pay them back for all they did.
Angel just nodded as she ate. It was a simple stew and bread but it tasted good after going without for so long.
“I’ve seen all kinds come through here. Some come back and help out when they can like me.” Michael smiled at her nearly empty plate. “Want some more?”
“I’m good.” Angel finally said as she dipped the last piece of bread in the gravy on the plate. “It was very good.”
“My Mama’s recipe.” Michael smiled. “She’s an angel now. She got to see me sober before she passed. I’m proud of that.”
Sister Mercy came back in the room. “I have a room all ready for you and I put an extra blanket on the bed.”
“Thank you.” Angel smiled at Michael. “And thank you Sister. I think I will need that extra blanket. It’s going to snow.”
Sister Mercy smiled. “Let’s hope so. I have always liked a white Christmas. This way child.”
Angel stood up and picked up her backpack. She followed the Sister to a small room with only a bed and a night table in it. There was a large cross handing over the bed.
“These rooms were part the nun’s quarters when this place was a convent. It isn’t much but it’s out of the cold and safe.” Sister Mercy looked around as they entered.
“It’s fine.” Angel put her backpack on the bed. “Thank you sister.”
“I will come to knock on the door when breakfast is served. You rest well my child.” Sister Mercy closed the door and left her alone.
“I have found what I was looking for. I’m ready to come home.” Angel stood in the middle of the room.
A bright white light filled the room and she vanished. A note and a single white feather fluttered to the bed from somewhere above.
X
The next morning Sister Mercy knocked on the door. Angel time to rise and shine! You were right it did snow last night. She waited for an answer.
When there was no answer, she opened the door and found the room empty.
"Angel?" Sister Mercy looked around. "I wonder where she went. The bed hasn’t even been slept in."
The Sister started to walk out but she saw something on the bed. On the bed, there was a large white feather and a note. She went to the bed and picked up the note and read it.
“I needed comfort and you gave it. I needed shelter and you provided it. I needed substance and I was nourished.
Blessed are those that give without expecting a return.
I was a child of earth for one day. Now I am at Our Lady’s side once again. I leave a simple feather from my wing as proof that I was here among you.
Angel”
Sister Mercy gasped and ran out of the room. “Father Bernard!”
Word Count: 1162
GYWO Stop Challenge
It started as a feeling but soon became her reality. She could feel the hope in the air so close to Christmas.
Angel Mackenzie flattened herself against the brick wall of the alley behind a dumpster. She could still hear the footsteps getting closer. She closed her eyes and held her breath just in case the person who belonged to those footsteps wanted to find her.
“Hello there. I saw you come in here. This isn’t a very safe place for a woman to be walking.” A man’s voice calmly stated.
Angel opened one eye and looked at the old man standing in front of her. “Who the hell are you?”
The old man laughed. “I am Father Bernard from Our Lady of Angels. Who are you?”
“I’m Angel.” Angel relaxed a little but she was still on guard. “Ironic, huh?”
“Indeed!” The old priest chuckled. Come on then. I will walk you out of this place back to the main street. Are you on your way home? If it isn’t too far, I could walk with you. Just to make sure you are safe.”
“I don’t have a home really.” Angel pushed back her black curls. “I was just looking for a place to sleep.”
“We have a shelter at the church. I’m sure we can find a space for one more especially one of Our Lady’s angels.” Father Bernard held out his hand to her. “It’s better than sleeping out here in the cold.”
“Okay but I’m not that religious.” Angel took his hand. I haven’t been in a church for a long time.”
“You don’t have to be devout to seek shelter with us, my child. God loves everyone.” The old priest patted her hand. “We may be able to find you something more permeant and a job to pay for it.”
“Thank you.” Angel said quietly.
“Now, how old are you and why are you out in the cold so close to Christmas?” The old priest asked.
“I’m 18 as of yesterday. My father told me that I was a burden on the family. He threw me out with just what I could carry.” Angel held up a backpack. “It’s just some clothes. We never had much but … I don’t know. You have probably heard it a thousand times before.”
“Yes. I have. It never gets any easier to hear.” The priest nodded. He led her around the corner to a large gothic church. “Here we are. The shelter is in the basement.”
They walked down a set of steps to a red door. The old priest opened the door and held it as she walked through.
“Hello Father.” A middle aged woman dressed in a modern nuns habit smiled from the desk. “I see you have found a new friend.”
“Yes I have, Sister Mercy. This is Angel. I would say she needs a hot meal and a bed.
“Angel?” Sister mercy got up and looked her up and down. “We can’t have an angel on the street cold and hungry, can we? This way child. I have the perfect place for you.”
“Go on.” The old priest patted her hand. “Sister Mercy will take care of you.”
“Thank you again, Father Bernard. Angel smiled then let the nun take her into a large room filled tables and chairs.
Sister Mercy waved to a man at the counter. “Michael, could you bring our new friend a plate?”
“Yes sister.” The man turned to put food on a clean plate.
“Michael is our cook and handyman.” Sister Mercy explained.
Angel sat at a table with the nun. “I don’t want to be any trouble.”
“You aren’t any trouble. I’ll make up a room for you. Stay here and eat your supper.” Sister Mercy patted her on the shoulder.
They’re good people. Michael sat down at the table. You can trust them. I’ve been here three years. I was on the hooch and they helped me get sober and find a job. Now I help out when I can to pay them back for all they did.
Angel just nodded as she ate. It was a simple stew and bread but it tasted good after going without for so long.
“I’ve seen all kinds come through here. Some come back and help out when they can like me.” Michael smiled at her nearly empty plate. “Want some more?”
“I’m good.” Angel finally said as she dipped the last piece of bread in the gravy on the plate. “It was very good.”
“My Mama’s recipe.” Michael smiled. “She’s an angel now. She got to see me sober before she passed. I’m proud of that.”
Sister Mercy came back in the room. “I have a room all ready for you and I put an extra blanket on the bed.”
“Thank you.” Angel smiled at Michael. “And thank you Sister. I think I will need that extra blanket. It’s going to snow.”
Sister Mercy smiled. “Let’s hope so. I have always liked a white Christmas. This way child.”
Angel stood up and picked up her backpack. She followed the Sister to a small room with only a bed and a night table in it. There was a large cross handing over the bed.
“These rooms were part the nun’s quarters when this place was a convent. It isn’t much but it’s out of the cold and safe.” Sister Mercy looked around as they entered.
“It’s fine.” Angel put her backpack on the bed. “Thank you sister.”
“I will come to knock on the door when breakfast is served. You rest well my child.” Sister Mercy closed the door and left her alone.
“I have found what I was looking for. I’m ready to come home.” Angel stood in the middle of the room.
A bright white light filled the room and she vanished. A note and a single white feather fluttered to the bed from somewhere above.
X
The next morning Sister Mercy knocked on the door. Angel time to rise and shine! You were right it did snow last night. She waited for an answer.
When there was no answer, she opened the door and found the room empty.
"Angel?" Sister Mercy looked around. "I wonder where she went. The bed hasn’t even been slept in."
The Sister started to walk out but she saw something on the bed. On the bed, there was a large white feather and a note. She went to the bed and picked up the note and read it.
“I needed comfort and you gave it. I needed shelter and you provided it. I needed substance and I was nourished.
Blessed are those that give without expecting a return.
I was a child of earth for one day. Now I am at Our Lady’s side once again. I leave a simple feather from my wing as proof that I was here among you.
Angel”
Sister Mercy gasped and ran out of the room. “Father Bernard!”