Angel In The Mist

The fog was so thick Carrie had no choice. She pulled over to the side of the road and, after much debate, decided that the highway agency advised getting out of the car, rather than staying in it. She couldn’t really remember but given the choice she would rather be sitting in the snow a safe distance away than sitting in her car should a lorry happen to plough into it.

She managed to scramble over a thorny hedge and into the field by the roadside. There might have been sheep around but in the thick fog she could hardly see her hand in front of her face never mind a grumpy ewe. Carrie stamped her feet to try and keep warm. It didn’t work.

“Dammit,” she muttered.


“Argh!” Carrie spun around but there was no one there. Just the swirling fog. “Who said that?”

“I did.” A tall figure stepped in front of her. Carrie saw the downy wings, the radiant glow and the white robes.

She swore.

The angel flinched.


“S’all right. That’s the usual reaction. Bloody cold isn’t it?”

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