Wings
I never meant for my guardian angel to fall in love with me.
It’s not like you can flirt with a guardian angel. At least, I couldn’t. Well, I wasn’t entirely sure I could flirt with humans, actually. When you’re nearly six foot tall with white blond hair, gangly limbs and no boobs, people tend to think you’re more of an elf than an angel. Especially when you live in Christmas, California. If you’re going to live in a place called Christmas and look like a giant elf, at least it could snow. But that was the thing about Christmas, California. It was sunshine and seventy degrees three hundred and sixty five days out of the year. Some people said it was heaven.
Well, that’s what he said. And I suppose out of anyone, he would know.
But it’s not my fault he fell in love with me. It’s my mother’s.
***
“You have to do it.”
Nearly knocking over a smirking snowman, I jumped back into a pile of stockings. ”Delaney! You terrified me!”
My best friend rolled her eyes, tossing scarlet curls over her shoulder. “Don’t you want something to remember your college years by?”
“It’s my freshman year,” I replied wryly, straightening a box of wrapping paper. ”I think I’ve got time.”
“Arella, do you know how cool your Mom is?” Delaney crossed her arms. “My mom would never ask me to get a tattoo with her.”
“I don’t like tattoos. I don’t want a tattoo. Especially as a Christmas present.” I shooed her out of the storeroom, pulling the door shut behind me.
“But your mom thinks of the coolest gifts.” Delaney sighed, plopping onto a candy cane chaise lounge. ”It must be part of creating this store.” She glanced around. ”Don’t you love working here?”
“Christmas carols get a little old by July.” I picked up a can of fake snow, heading toward the window. ”At least if it snowed or something.”
“I don’t understand how you can hate Christmas. You’re born to love it.” Delaney watched as I began to sketch out a snowy bank. ”Born on Christmas, your Mom runs a Christmas store, you live in Christmas…”
“How can you hate cheesecake when your mom runs a bakery?” I reached for a can of red, drawing holly berries on my snowy tree. Spraying, rather.
Delaney grimaced. ”Point taken.” She stood, brushing off her apron. ”Speaking of bakeries, I better get to it. Are we still hanging out tonight?”
“Sure, after I get off. I’ve got a lit paper to write later, so not too late.”
Delaney rolled her eyes. “Would you please try to act like a brainless college kid for once?”
“Sorry.” I sprayed fake snow at her and she ducked. ”Seven?”
“Seven.” Delaney slid out the door, jingle bells shaking against the glass. Watching her step across the street, I froze. Suddenly I jerked the door open, bolting across the road.
Something hard and fast hit me.
Stay tuned, Invisible Friends! A ode to fall foods mañana!
November 16th, 2011 at 2:59 am
Following you now Shugah! Follow me back! xxx
November 16th, 2011 at 4:10 am
I do love getting to read a story these days..so enjoyable!! I look forward to the food
Thank you for the compliment..hope you are having a great week so far dollface!! xx
November 16th, 2011 at 4:20 am
Thanks for dropping by my blog. Always enjoy reading your stories. Hope your week is going good.
November 16th, 2011 at 4:29 am
I love that first paragraph…I feel like it drew me in right from the beginning!
November 16th, 2011 at 5:22 am
This is shaping up to be a great story — I’m hooked!
November 16th, 2011 at 5:27 am
Cute…love the story! Have a great day!
November 16th, 2011 at 5:28 am
Ooh, this is going to be one of your most magical tales yet – love!
November 16th, 2011 at 6:23 am
What?! No!! Don’t end it there! I know it’s going to be continued but this is one of my favorites–you had me with that opening paragraph. So cute (and maybe it is getting me a little excited about the upcoming holidays).
LOOOOOOOVE this!
November 16th, 2011 at 6:40 am
Ooh this is a great start! What hit him?
xoxo,
Chic ‘n Cheap Living
November 16th, 2011 at 7:01 am
I love the beginning of this story and I can’t wait to see what you’re going to do with it.
November 16th, 2011 at 7:05 am
I love that first paragraph. It’s magical.
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November 16th, 2011 at 8:22 am
Hope it wasn’t a car
November 16th, 2011 at 8:27 am
Nice story! Happy Wednesday!
November 16th, 2011 at 9:00 am
You had me at the first line. You’re brilliant at story openings. You really drew me in. Now I can’t wait to read the rest!
November 16th, 2011 at 10:24 am
oh, what an interesting concept.
November 16th, 2011 at 10:46 am
This first line delivers a knock-out punch. Well done. Sucked me right in.
November 16th, 2011 at 12:46 pm
Yup, you were right.
November 16th, 2011 at 2:12 pm
A new story! This is a sad start to the story, Duckie. But I know it will get better.
November 16th, 2011 at 2:22 pm
Love the way you write, it always captures my attention and leaves me wanting more!
xo Mary Jo
November 16th, 2011 at 4:36 pm
love this story!
November 16th, 2011 at 5:25 pm
What an interesting story! I can’t wait to see what happens next. xo style, she wrote
November 16th, 2011 at 7:19 pm
Now I want to know what happens next!
November 16th, 2011 at 7:36 pm
What an intriguing concept! Though, as much as I love Christmas…that’s probably only because I only subject myself to it for a few weeks a year. There can be too much of a good thing. Can’t wait to see the next installment!
November 16th, 2011 at 7:48 pm
I am loving this story already! What a great beginning!
November 16th, 2011 at 7:50 pm
Oh I do love to read your fiction!! Beautiful as always:)
November 16th, 2011 at 8:35 pm
Great new story!
November 16th, 2011 at 10:03 pm
Great opening paragraphs Duckie! They really reel you in!
November 17th, 2011 at 10:13 am
I can relate to almost six feet tall, gangly and no boobs . . .