"The game isn't over, Little Girl," says the angel.
"I know. No fat lady singing," she replies.
"You know," the Little Girl continues, "whenever I'm with you, I'm standing on the edge of the world. Even though there's nothing but solid ground under my feet for miles. That's what you do to me. Put me on a precipice."
"And who in the world of the living is not standing on that same ledge?"
The girl sighs. "No one, I guess...and what about you?"
The angel laughs. "An angel? Stand anywhere? Feel the pressure of heights? Vertigo? I am bound by wings, Little Girl. Forget your precipice. I have nothing beneath my feet. And no feet."
No comments:
Post a Comment