“WITHOUT WINGS” by Mariska

–You must’ve been an angel.
–I?
–Oh, yes.
–Oh, nope.
–Yes, you were an angel. I was praying for one to come to me for so
long, you know.
–Yea, I know. Why’ve you given up?
–What?
–Praying.
–Well, you came.
–Ah, I. A very humanly human being.
–An angel… with wings… and a little tail. A mischievous devil’s tail,

eh? A woman’s tail.
–Oho, we’re switching it up now, are we?
–An adorable angel! Why’d they let you go, little angel? Were you
making too big of a fuss in the heavens?
–Yea. Found a pair of pot lids and started banging.
–I’ve noticed the drought, since you arrived, since you fell to me. No
more storms, no more rains. Sunshine every day, in the sky and in
my heart.
–Ah yea, sorry. Global warming; all me.
–Well I’m glad you came.
–Had to. I even traded in my wings, you know.
–Did you now? And why’s that?
–Traded them for you, my dear. Once they were off, thought we
might as well use the plumage. Honestly, aren’t these the most
comfortable pillows you’ve ever slept on?

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