short story, story promptShe dreams about an angel, then sees him the very next day – except in reality, he doesn’t have wings.


I walked along the concrete pathway that led from the high school I attended to my house. My dream had shaken me this morning and it had stuck with me all day. I hadn’t been able to concentrate on anything. Generally, my dreams faded from my memory almost before I woke up in the morning and I rarely remembered anything except maybe a vague feeling of loss if it had been about something good.

This one had been really vivid, almost as if I’d lived it. If only. It would be awesome to meet an angel. Especially one as good-looking as in my dream. I guess it must be the combination of my over-active imagination and my desperate longing for an amazing boyfriend. All my friends were couples. Why couldn’t I be happy? Why wouldn’t someone give me a second glance?

Lost in my musings, I didn’t check the road before stepping out into it. A horn blared. Rubber squealed. The car wasn’t going to stop in time. I couldn’t move. My brain screamed at me to run, but I was frozen in place.

Something gripped my upper arm hard and yanked me back onto the sidewalk. The car revved past, but didn’t stop. It disappeared around the next corner.

I finally sucked in a deep breath, realising that I’d been holding it. I found myself pressed up against someone’s chest. A male chest. I’ll admit I felt a pleasant flutter in my stomach. The stranger’s arms held me tightly and his wings circled us both protectively.

My thoughts ground to a halt. Wings? I blinked and looked again. Nothing. I obviously had angels on the brain.

I stepped back out of his embrace – although reluctantly – and looked up at him to give him my thanks. The words got stuck in my throat. I stared at his face.

He was the angel from my dream!

He was staring at the spot where the car had disappeared around a corner. A frown creased his forehead.

“The least he could have done was stop and apologise,” he muttered. He looked down at me and I forced my mouth to snap shut. “Are you okay?”

I was still reeling from shock, but it wasn’t from my near-miss. I had dreamed about him. Just last night! Now here he was, standing in front of me. He didn’t have wings, except for the ones my brain had given him earlier, but it was definitely him.

He was looking at me, waiting for my reply. I cleared my throat. “Yes, thanks to you. You saved my life.”

“Just doing what anyone else would have done. Will you be okay to get home?”

I nodded. “It’s not too far.” Why couldn’t I think of anything else to say?

He half-turned, ready to leave. “I’ll let you go then.”

“Wait!” He turned back, an eyebrow raised in query. “Can I buy you a drink or dinner or something? You know, as thanks?” I blurted it out, wanting to spend more time with him.

He seemed to consider it for a moment. My heart sank. He was going to refuse. They always did. Besides, he was probably already taken. All the good-looking ones were.


My disappointment vanished, to be replaced with disbelief. Seriously?

Yes, so I have a thing for angels… 😉

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