December 23, 2011 Angel’s Heart — Flash Fiction 55
Are you here for me? I whisper.
The Angel makes herself at home.
No, Azra says, I love you and worry about you at Christmas when you feel your losses most.
You love me and won’t let me go, I laugh.
Azra smiles, you have work to do … you owe me kisses. Lots of kisses…
/ Copyright Sean Vessey 2011.