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Chocolate & Angel Kisses
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CHAPTER 1
Nathan Jones sank
down at his typewriter and gazed down at the street
below his apartment, the aroma of warm chocolate somehow
not enough to erase the memory of grumbled voices from
the line of customers at the coffee shop. Honestly, why
couldn’t the human race manage to be at least civil to
each other? This assignment felt longer by the days
mortals measured so obsessively.
He massaged his
temples. Being free of the ills of mankind didn’t
render him immune to headaches, not when the
disaffection of humanity battered at him constantly. He
sipped the chocolate and stared at the pure expanse of
paper.
You won’t get far all
wound up like that. Be still. Whether his own
thoughts or the warm whisper of the home he’d left
several human ages ago, Nathan understood. He lifted a
well-worn book from the wide windowsill and opened it to
a frayed bookmark and an underlined passage.
Trust in the LORD
with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own
understanding. Nathan sighed and leaned his head
back on the chair. “I know it’s Your plan and they’re
Your chosen people, but really, Sir, couldn’t you have
come up with creatures a bit more... intelligent?”
Or at least ones who
had a modicum of comprehension. “I realize You have a
sense of humor but the satire has become wearing. I am
Your messenger but they never listen.” Any message he
imparted in the depths of the night was blithely ignored
in the morning light. “I don’t know why I bother. I
don’t know why You bother. And yes, I’m having a
moment. It will pass.” It just seemed to take longer
than it had a few centuries earlier.
My son. A
warm embrace fell over Nathan and the worst of the
headache eased. Learn to see them as they can be.
There are angels among them even you haven’t discovered
yet. Not as you are, my herald, but angels all the
same. Look for them.
Nathan sighed. “Yes,
Sir. As You say.” The comfort blunted the anger and
frustration. “I’ll try.” If such exist. He
apologized for the somewhat traitorous thought. “As
ever, I follow Your will.”
He laid the Bible
back in its place and glanced out the window. The young
lady from the coffee shop hurried across the street,
laden down by a backpack nearly as large as her petite
frame. A student then, no doubt spending all her time
studying and working, little time to look around at
others. Rich red-brown hair tumbled from beneath her
cap and onto her shoulders, a pretty frame for her fair
face and dark exotic eyes. A lovely example of God’s
creation.
Then again... Hers had
been the only smile in the shop, or the only one not
accompanied by a long slow perusal of the mortal form he
wore. Not that Nathan wasn’t occasionally flattered by
such. But the woman’s smile reminded him that once in
awhile people could admire while still being simply
nice.
Fair of heart, fair
of form... so very fair of form. She turned at the bus
stop so he could see her face and his fingertips longed
to brush the rich tones of her complexion, to see if it
were as creamy silken as it appeared. Ah, to feel that
cloud of russet hair curling around him as they lay
together, sublime indeed.
Whoa, Nathan. It’s
not the days when the sons of God took the daughters of
men to wife. Knock it off before you need a cold
shower. He made himself pull away from the almost
disrespectful thoughts and just enjoyed her smile at
another passenger before the bus pulled up and blocked
his view of her. Off to class, then. He’d see her
tomorrow.
He hoped her day
progressed pleasantly and she found the time to notice
the soft fall of snow as something more than
a hindrance to traffic. Perhaps then she’d feel a small
measure of the comfort she brought him.
The chocolate flowed
over his tongue, rich sweet delight with just a hint of
bitterness. Just the way life should taste.
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