A Conversation Between The Angel and the Man

I realize that some of you might have already read this but I want to put it up anyways.  It's just a short story of sorts that I wrote a little bit ago after an inspired morning/afternoon.

A Conversation Between the Angel and the Man

He never imagined himself gazing into the eyes of an angel but there she stood, with blue diamonds as her eyes and perfectly cut pearls as her teeth.  But no, they weren’t diamonds or pearls for that would degrade the beauty of what he was looking at.  They were so much more than a common pear cut, so much more than a simple stone.  He was gazing into the eyes of perfection and they stared back with an intensity that almost stung.  But not like the sting of a fresh wound, more like the sting of a great, icy lake when you first dive in.  It was the feeling of refreshment that was never felt before. 

She began to speak and it was like music; music that could not be made by the hands of man.  There were overtones in the melody line that seemingly drifted along in the air like a light breeze.  Her words were soft yet full of intensity and her eyes seeped with compassion.  And then she asked him to speak. 

He opened his mouth and heard the words coming out but could not remember whether or not he told his mouth to say such things.  It was useless trying to keep his mouth shut.  He was so intrigued by the figure in front of him that his only response was to talk without ceasing, so he did.  He talked, she smiled and laughed, and with each laugh and smile that she gave to him as a present, she encouraged him to keep going.  And so he did.  Then she spoke., and then he, then she again.  So the conversation between the angel and the man continued. 

As the clouds separated and the night drew to an end, the man awoke with a jerk.  He sat up in his bed and looked at the clock.  The lights shone “11:11 AM.”  With the sudden realization of what time it was, the man quickly went to his closet, dressed himself, headed into the bathroom and freshened up.  He left the house without a moment to spare.  As he drove, the rain trilled out a beat on his windshield.  He pulled down the busy little main street, found a lone parking spot in the sea of cars around him, got out, and opened the door with a smile on his face and butterflies in his stomach. 

Thanks for reading!

-casey jack-