The Mystery Danger Serials: A Kiss Goodbye

My Guardian Angel

My Guardian Angel...

     Must have two sets of wings. That's what the sisters at St. Catherine's orphanage always said. Usually it was followed by a swift rap from a yardstick.

     Well sisters, hopefully those extra wings work like flippers, cause wings don't do much good under water.

     I admit, I've always been a bit skeptical when it comes to religion. Sure, I believe he's up there. I can even believe in heaven and hell. But growing up an orphan, how hard I had it, and seeing others who had it worse, it's hard to believe someone's watching out for us.

     However, when your sitting at the bottom of a river, chains for trousers, with only the fishes to keep you company, even a skeptic can learn to pray.

     'If you're listening, roll out the welcome mat. It looks like I'm on my way. And if your not ready yet, I sure could use a hand, because I'm fresh out of ideas."

     As the last cloud of bubbles slowly rises to the surface, with the world growing cold and black...

     I hear a splash somewhere far above me.

     I look up one last time, and through the darkness...

     A hand...

    My Guardian Angel