Angel

Today March 1 is the National Day of Wales or St. David's day as religious people like to call it. This story is in honour of that.

Where did he come from? He was like an angel sent from heaven just for her. She'd only sat at the same table because the coffee shop was so fucking full and her feet were fucking killing her. He moved his bag and coat from the chair and smiled with his eyes as she sat down. It was the first smile she'd seen that day. Cute as he was, she hoped to god he wouldn't speak to her. She really didn't need a meaningless conversation with a stranger, she just wanted a coffee and some peace and quiet; some 'me' time. To her relief the smile on his face subsided as his head went back down into his book. She tried to empty her mind, she breathed in, he smelt good, she didn't know what it was but the aftershave was pleasing to her senses. It somehow complemented the coffee she was drinking creating the perfect ambience, it was like have a bath with scented candles. She watched the stranger, he had a pleasing face, it responded so nicely to what he was reading, a little smile, a frown, all flitting across his face like little dance movements. She felt the weight of the world that she had carried round all day fall off her shoulders. But all too soon she had to make a move, re-enter the rat race. She dragged herself away from the stranger's face. As she was leaving she heard a voice ring out, ‘excuse me miss, miss!’  it was smooth, like melted chocolate, like a vocal cwtch. She looked around, it was the angel and he was holding out her purse. 'You dropped this lady.' She smiled, as she took the purse their fingers touched. 'Thank you, what's your name?' She didn't know why she asked him, it just came out.

'David.'

'Thank you, you're a saint David.’

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