The Angel of Sana

The angel sits up straight her. Have you always been amused? John says. I was a soldier, she says. Then I guarded the gates of heaven. But eventually it was decided I should have some other occupation. It's only you don't seem to like people. You must be very tiresome for you. So perhaps it is just me. Your lives are so filled with misery. Even for ones such as you, it is inescapable. Sometimes this world appears to be designed for suffering. Her words shift within her like nervous birds. They long to go winging and one loud noise will send the whole flock exploding outward past the paltry gate of her tongue into the