Meeting Angels

Meeting Angles He had an overcoat on, looked hump backed and had a dreamy look In his angelic eyes. I knew he was a seraph. He had bought a bag of apples.” Forbidden fruit where I come from he said our master only eats oranges so we have to eat that boring tasteless fruit too.” His eyes looked livid now, but then he smiled and offered me an apple. Two men, in big overcoats and holy smile, white Indoor faces, you could see they were up to no good, came sidling up. Took the bag of apples from the angel and gave it to me. One of them whispered to me: Gab hasn’t been too well lately, he is obsessed by the story of Adam and Eve and is longing to be cast out of heaven so he can taste the sin of the flesh.” Three angles took their overcoats off- one did so unwillingly- and blindingly naked they flew, into the sunset.