A Fallen Angel Flies Again

A Fallen Angel Flies Again

A beautiful girl walks the streets looking for something to eat. A handout, a soup kitchen, even something still good in a trashcan will do. Under her favored coat she has tattered wings. Only in complete seclusion does she let them out to breath. Fearing that she will be rather rejected. As was the only time does she let tears run hot on her cheeks. A single tear didn’t hit the ground this night. But a hand stretched out. A helping hand. One that wants to heal not to harm. Taking the hand her wings become strong as they once were. Far more beautiful then before. A graceful robe appears on her once nude body and the once tangled mess of hair now shining with a bliss unlike before. The hand slides away from her as she flies up. Looking down to see a single person standing there smiling as she returns to her true home.