"Adam be careful," an angel, looking like a punk, said as he was walking out to the shed.
"Careful of what?" Adam had grown used to the angels just showing up over the past few weeks.
"Even people who seem to have good intentions may have evil intentions. Just pay attention, you'll know," he waved and left.
That afternoon when Adam was headed to the junkyard to look for metal to make more sculptures he ran into Ryan Hunter.
"Adam, good to see you again, and not in a rainstorm," Ryan said with his usual intent stare.
"Ryan, hey," Adam was glad to see the person who saved him.
"Where are you headed?" he continued to stare.
"Junkyard," Adam started walking again.
"Why?" he asked as he walked next to Adam.
"For my art," he didn't know why, but Ryan was starting to get on his nerves.
"Ah, well, I'd better be going," he replied as he saw God coming towards them.
Ryan rudely passed Goth God as he made his way to Adam.
"Hello Adam," God said to him.
"Uh, hi. Shouldn't you be talking to Jane?" Adam was obviously confused.
"I talk to everybody. Not everyone listens though. Just do what the angel said," Goth God waved as He turned and walked off in the opposite direction of Ryan.
After Adam got home from the junkyard he went to go see Joan at the bookstore.
"Hey Adam!" she smiled, glad to see him.
"Hey," Adam replied with a small wave.
"What are you doing here?" she asked as she put books away.
"God talked to me today." he wasted no time getting to the point.
"Really? What did He say?" Joan asked curiously.
"Yeah, all he said was to do what the angel said, but the angel didn't make much sense," he replied.
"Yeah, well, God isn't exactly clear all the time either," she continued to organize the books.
"Do you think that the angels will talk to you now?" Adam wondered out loud.
"I don't know. What did the angel say anyway?" Joan asked.
"Be careful," he answered.
"That was vague," Joan looked at him.
"Yeah, that was it and then he just left, it's kind of annoying," Adam chuckled.
They stood there in an awkward silence for a moment.
"Well, I better get going," he turned to the door.
"Okay," she turned back to her work.
