Static in the Air
A lone angel was flying down to Earth. The tinkling sound of bells and a trail of light were left in her wake as she soared through the upper atmosphere, a carefree joy in each and every stride. The frosted blast of cold winter air hit her head on as she slipped into the night sky somewhere above the city. A virtual cacophony of sound assailed her senses, forcing her to tumble uncontrollably. Her wings stretched out, slowing her descent. When she finally stopped and listened to the sound, she heard the echoes of a thousand voices, angelic and human overlapping one another. It was as if a great hand was adjusting a radio tuner of cosmic proportions. The chatter swirled about the sky, humming and reverberating from days and hours past, out into space. The voices all spoke of just one thing. It troubled them all equally so. A tear fell down the angel’s cheek, her hands crushing down on the red velvet outfit that dressed her slight form. She futilely grasped to regain her composure and flew on.
“At approximately 1:36 Christmas morning, the boy you know as...your Henry will be admitted to the city hospital, running a fever of 105. They don’t expect him to last the night.”
“Just say ‘Jack & Fred,’ and even if you don’t see us, we’ll be right by
your side.”
“No matter what?”
“No matter what.”
“What if we can’t help him?”
“Then we’ll take him home with us tonight.”
“When you write our story someday, make sure you give us a happy ending.”
“Will you be my guardian angels, Jack & Fred?”
“Goodbye, Henry.”
“He’s all I have in this world, Lord. Don’t take him away from me.”