As I lay on my bed yesterday afternoon, my gaze soared upward above my open closet space and landed upon a very sweet, black ceramic cherubim. Her wings are naturally small and delicate... perfect for a very young angel. Her size is no measure of the weight her influence wields. Without warning, she floated an idea right down to me in my bed. The idea is one I really like and want to share with all Creatrixes to see what might result.
I found a paragraph I wrote on a paper table mat in a restaurant years ago. I remember watching an angel in action. I invite anyone to add to it any time by posting in the comments below. Maybe it will become a story.
He smiled so sweetly down at her as he returned to the table they had shared for a late afternoon supper. As he did so, he leaned in to help her up. She struggled to grab hold of his extended arm and push herself up with her free hand. He took her coat from the coat rack and held it for her to put on, knowing exactly how low to put the sleeve so she could ease her arm into it. When her coat was on, he gently smoothed the collar and they slowly left.
Ever so sweetly, gently
they inspire. A story left untold
But who is the angel, he to she or she to him?
Hmmm. So inviting, Jan, so tempting to jump in. But is this really sweet and gentle? It arouses in me suspicions and resistance. Having my collar smoothed is not welcome. Don't fix me!
Whoa, what a twist, or is it twisted, what ulterior motives would the old guy have? Is he even old? or a young cad? Is he a control freak? Did he iron her clothes? Or is he her driver? Aaah, the possibilities.
Ah, I like the idea that they are an older couple, Jan. Here's a couple of paragraphs more:
. . . and they slowly left.
"The blue plate wasn't very special tonight, was it?" he commented.
She did not reply, and he wondered if she was wearing her hearing aids. Probably didn't hear a word all through dinner. He held the car door open for her but closed it so quickly after she was seated, part of her coat hung outside.
Okay, I'm back....inspired by your additions...there may not be any angels in this story...we shall see.
He sped off, as she quickly removed her coat, dress and underwear.