Angel's Shield
“Haniel’s blonde hair had been mussed just enough to make her want to run her hands through it. Jeremiel’s morning stubble had her itching to glide her fingers over his jaw.
God, I’ve got it bad, she thought, putting the cup in the sink. She ran water in it, then turned off the faucet and leaned against the counter, staring out the window. Morning sunlight slanted across the backyard, highlighting the soft, white dandelion globes decorating her lawn. A sudden gust of wind sent the seeds into the air. She wondered what it felt like to skim the breeze like that.
For as long as she could remember, she’d wanted to fly.
She glanced at the picture of her parents she’d taped to the refrigerator door. Her mother barely came up to her father’s shoulders, but they were so much in love it never seemed to matter. She remembered her dad’s laugh and her mother singing to her in Korean, but they’d died when she was eight. Was the longing she felt for the skies just her psyche’s way of trying to heal ...the damage of her loss?MoreLess
God, I’ve got it bad, she thought, putting the cup in the sink. She ran water in it, then turned off the faucet and leaned against the counter, staring out the window. Morning sunlight slanted across the backyard, highlighting the soft, white dandelion globes decorating her lawn. A sudden gust of wind sent the seeds into the air. She wondered what it felt like to skim the breeze like that.
For as long as she could remember, she’d wanted to fly.
She glanced at the picture of her parents she’d taped to the refrigerator door. Her mother barely came up to her father’s shoulders, but they were so much in love it never seemed to matter. She remembered her dad’s laugh and her mother singing to her in Korean, but they’d died when she was eight. Was the longing she felt for the skies just her psyche’s way of trying to heal ...the damage of her loss?MoreLess
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