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The Lovers

Allan Onik

    Julie sat on the park bench. It was dusk, and when she saw the angel, the light it let out lit up the empty grounds with a fiery luminescence. The angel had red and green hair, and red wings. It wore blue robes.
    “I see you!” Julie cried, “I see you every time you touch me, however that may be!”
    The angel fluttered into the air and from the distance met her gaze. She was filled with an intense sensation of Love. The angel fluttered higher and dissipated.
    “I see you!” She cried again, “come back!”
    The sun was just beginning to set. The angel was gone.

    “I saw it again,” Julie said.
    “Lemme guess, the angel,” Gash said. It was 3 a.m. in the coffee shop. Yellow lights illuminated the streets outside.
    “Yes, in the park earlier. I know what you’re thinking. You think I’m crazy don’t you?”
    “I don’t think you’re crazy. I think you saw something. But an angel? And the rest of the park just happened not to notice?”
    “There were only a few others there. The park was about to close. And besides, he only shows himself to those he wants to. The angel was trying to tell me something! It wants me to know some type of secret! And when it looked at me Gash! When it looked at me I felt so warm and happy and light. What would you say to that?”
    “I would say you might need to see a good shrink. Have you ever heard of schizophrenia?”
    “That’s not funny!”
    “It’s a condition where you see and hear things that aren’t there.”
    “I’m not crazy! I know what I saw.”
    Gash held her hand under the table. “You know I love you right?”
    “Yes.”
    “Then try to get over this weird shit. You’re starting to creep me out. Ask yourself this: if no one else saw it, how could it be real?”
    “It’s real! Its real, it’s real, it’s real! You’ll believe me someday!”

    Julie’s phone rang in her apartment. She picked it up.
    “It’s me.”
    “Alex?”
    “Yeah.”
    “Little late to be calling don’t you think?”
    “I know you stay up late. Where have you been? I’ve been calling all evening.”
    “I was out with a friend, and before that the park.”
    “Went out with that prick eh? I’ll break his jaw. Just be with me.”
    “It’s not that simple,” Julie said, “I’m really with neither of you.”
    “Is that so? Well, what are you waiting for?”
    “I’m trying to understand something that’s been happening to me. And I think it has something to do with you guys.”
    “That fuckin angel. You’re the only angel I know. You should lay off those magic mushrooms.”
    “Very funny. We both know I’ve never even smoked a cigarette.”
    “How long have we known each other?”
    “Since Junior year of high school, ten years ago.”
    “And how long have you known that prick?”
    “Since my last year at the art academy.”
    “Well, that should tell you something. He’ll be gone soon. And if I’m gone too then there’s no one. Get your head out of the clouds, baby!”
    “As far as I’m concerned, you’re both friends. For now at least.”
    “Good night, I’ll call you back.”
    “Good night.” Julie hung up the phone.

    Julie walked the streets. She had brunette curls that bounced when she walked. She wore a red dress. And that’s when she saw it again. The angel jumped between the buildings next to her, using its wings to glide. She stopped and the angel floated down in front of her, its glow vanquishing the dark. The angel spread its wings and reached out its hand, and Julie touched it. She was hit with a soft, warm, white light—wrapped in a cocoon of Love.
    “Ok,” she said.

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