those you've pained may carry that still with them (intro)

[bemystory]

Wendla's not sure where she is at first. She remembers being ripped from her mama's arms, remembers the doctor's office and all its scary apparatuses, and—now?

She's in the middle of what appears to be a large Plaza, with people milling about, talking to each other, going about their daily lives.

The teenage girl steps forward towards a stranger, for a moment, about to speak, but she's shy, and thus withdraws, wringing her hands nervously. She's still in her nightgown, with a shawl around her neck that makes her look quite out of place and time—because she is, in a way.

Still, she sees the pamphlets strewn about, telling her about this place, and now she knows she has to say something, to ask something.

So Wendla gathers herself, and asks:

"Excuse me, I'm very hungry. Where can I find something to eat?"

Comments

[rockandroll_swede]

"Yes, a real one! I could hardly believe it myself but a real ängel exists within this bar."

Erik could understand her shock and surprise because the guitarist had never met a real angel before and was slightly nervous about doing so. He offered her a boyish smile and hoped she'd be ok meeting him for the first time since he looked like a normal man. No wings. Just dressed in a smart suit.

"He doesn't have any wings I can see but maybe he hides them? When I went into the bar he looked like a normal man dressed in a suit."

[bemystory]

"He must hide them. All angels have wings," Wendla insists. "I learned it in church."