Debating In The Mist

They stood in silence for a while after that. Carrie rocked back and forth on the balls of her feet, wishing the fog would clear while the angel stood beside her, apparently quite comfortable with the silence.

“Soo…” Carrie said.


“You’re an angel then?”

“That’s right.”

“And you do, what? Grant wishes or something.”

“Don’t be daft. I protect people.”

“Oh yeah? You don’t do a very good job of it.”

The angel raised an eyebrow. “Don’t I?”

“Well look at all the stabbings and wars and plane crashes going on. Seems you could have been saving some of those people, innocent people.”

“Ah but you don’t hear about all the near misses and coincedences that are going on every day. It’s the little things like a business man stopping to tie his shoelace that saves him from being hit by a bus. And how do you think that shoe lace came undone eh?”

“Wow,” Carrie muttered. “You’re a hero.”

There was silence again but this time it was heavy, a wall between them.

“Besides, no one’s innocent,” the angel said.

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