The chains which clung tightly to swings creaked eerily in the playground the angel arrived in. The warm, summer breeze cooled her face as she let her bare feet ooze between the soft yet rough sand. At a time like this, the angel would normally relax and thank God for the privilege to help another person on the tiny earth He created. However, on this particular night, she wanted to get away as quickly as she could.
Monica was a caseworker who was sent by the Father to help humans who were at crossroads in their lives. They were people like Henry who she had helped just minutes before. Showing the love of God to others was something she enjoyed more than anything in the universe. She normally left the case feeling a sense of accomplishment. Tonight, however, something was different. She knew that Henry would learn to relive his life the right way. The angel still felt the sense of accomplishment, but it was also mixed with sadness. Even though she knew that Henry was not alone, she felt sorry for him. Monica knew God was always there to be with her but what if she had lost her closest friend on earth? Confusion struck her as she pictured two pools of luscious green on the gentle and kind face of her dearest friend, Andrew, the Angel of Death.
To an ignorant person, the Angel of Death would sound like a dark creature to avoid. Nevertheless, he was quite the opposite. His only job was to bring humans Home after long, fulfilling lives, although more recently the angel has worked in the same way she has- to bring love and truth to people who need it most. Monica felt her heart pound slightly harder in her chest as she thought of his gentle voice and uplifting words. A sudden, overwhelmed emotion spread throughout her tiny body as she had never felt this way before.
What is happening? She loved Andrew dearly as a close friend, just as she loved her supervisor, Tess. Tess was a large, mocha-skinned angel who acted as a mother towards Monica, ever since she became a caseworker for her. But now, she felt her feelings for Andrew have become different. It was as if the feelings were something more.
The Irish angel's large, honey brown eyes gazed into the distance. She spotted Tess's red Cadillac in the playground parking lot and walked briskly toward it. She didn't know what to think. She couldn't quite put her finger on what she was feeling. Are angels supposed to feel this way? The thought repeated in her mind over and over again. All she knew was that she had to get out of Seattle. She climbed into the cool, leather seats and started the engine. It roared to life and blinding, yellow headlights shot boldly from the front of the car. Monica cautiously backed out of the blackened parking lot then began her journey away from the sleeping streets of Seattle.
