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Angels by Amy Neswald

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  • It was one of those beautiful fall days. I had been offered and accepted a job that I had no idea would turn out as badly as it did. The future was murky in the most pleasant way. I was smiling as I walked down the street.

    In New York City, there are pockets of rubber-necking foot traffic that come out of nowhere. I was caught in the pack right by the park on my way from one place to the next.

    A woman's head bobbed over the crowd a few times. She was bird-like and spry and she caught my eye.

    -- Excuse me! She called and bobbed again. -- Excuse me!

    And then she wound her tiny body through the grinding pedestrians and stopped me in the middle of the crowd.

    -- Hi!

    -- Hi, I said and she exhaled a sigh of relief.

    -- The arch angle Michael wants me to tell you that your dreams are vision, she said. She waited, enthusiastically expecting an answer.

    -- Thank you.

    -- There are a lot of us out there, she said.

    -- That's nice to know.

    -- I want to talk to you.

    I shook my head, apologetic.

    -- I'm on my way from here to there, I told her. -- I need to keep walking.

    She smiled sadly and nodded. -- I understand, she said and disappeared into the crowd. And I walked to wherever it was I was walking.

    Later that night, rushing to the subway on quiet block, a tall, black man passed me on the sidewalk. He whispered in my ear.

    -- Good night, angel.
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