are you okay? asks the angel sent to seek and find the lost.
i flip a page, seated on cottony velvet in a quiet nook:
the quiet library at the end of the world.
i look up.
Excuse me, miss. The wedding feast is ready.
And your point is?
uncertain, shy, the angel smiles, then leaves me
with a flutter of wings.
Thanks Rochelle and Dale for this week’s max-adorbs prompt because OMG I want to cuddle that face. I cannot even with this picture! Adorable AND a book lover. Yes, please! I want to take everything in the picture home with me right now. ❤ ❤ ❤