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April 25th 2015

April went for a walk along the path around her neighborhood.  She saw dogs, she saw people, and she saw an everlasting essence of the impression that something was following her path.  Not someone, something.  Last year she had gone to a party with her friend Angel.  Angel wasn’t angelic, she wasn’t demonic, she was in a type of limbo that only occurred on the streets of upper-middle class drop-top hoods and Gatorade bottles that were left to the homeless in some parallel dimension where this type of beauty went unappreciated. 

In April’s last dream, Angel had three eyes.  The center eye saw what was going on in the back of April’s head.  April learned this when in her dream Angel gave a speech about having to live as a type of strange cyclops, and when April thought to herself something unkind, Angel looked up.  Her center eye started to glow, but then she just looked down and continued to read.  After Angel’s speech, everyone in the class started to clap and yell loudly, everyone except for April, because she was terrified of the fact that Angel knew what she was thinking.  Angel walked from the front of the class to the back, through the center.  Suddenly a fire alarm went off.  The teacher told everyone to form an orderly line to the back of the building.  April stood next to Angel.   As soon as they were about to turn a corner, Angel grabbed April’s hand and told her to follow her.  They ran through the halls into a stairwell.  They could see the flames of a fire through a window that was a flight of stairs above them.

They sat down on the steps of the stairway.  Angel looked deep into April’s eyes, and April became terrified of what happened next.  Angel’s center eye dissolved into nothing, and her two eyes formed into one big eye.  Angel looked up to the flames and then back to April, and said, “This happens every time that the justice disappears.”

What are you talking about? April thought to herself.  Then she froze.  Did Angel know what she was thinking?  Whether she did or not didn’t seem to matter.  Angel’s only eye had a tinge of redness into it.  She took April’s hand and opened her palm and traced the lines with her fingers.  “Maybe someday you’ll understand,” April became scared yet incredibly interested, “that these lifelines are what can help you to be free and find what you are looking for.”  April looked at her palm.  She felt a burning sensation where Angel had traced over it.  Then a ball of light jumped from her hand and flew into her face and landed in between her eyes.  She felt her eyes cross for a moment.

Then April looked up at the flames through the window above them.  They had the same form, except that instead of them being red, orange, and yellow, they were blue, green, and purple.  April felt an incredible surge of energy go through her.  A gust of wind behind her assisted her up onto feet and forced her up the stairs.  Angel looked up to her in admiration.  “We don’t call them wings,” she said, “We call them helpers.”  Angel followed April up the stairs.  They ran up the stairs, back through the halls, to where the rest of the students were outside.  The firetrucks were there, and there were firemen fighting the blaze, blasting it with hoses.  There were a few students sitting in ambulances that had been burned in the fire.  When April looked to her fellow students, she saw behind them balls of light.  Those who had been injured had blue, green and purple spheres of light behind them, those that were unharmed had uncolored lights.  “We all have our own talents,” Angel said to April, “It was my time to pass it on.”    

April remembered this dream as she walked up to April’s house, who lived more or less half a mile away.  Angel’s blonde hair was up in a French braid, and she wore a headband with a heart pattern on it. 

“Where to?” April asked Angel.

“How about the mall,” she said.  “I’m jonesing for some Starbucks.”

Angel and Alex walked to the mall and got in line at Starbucks.  They scanned the menu.  The barista asked them what they wanted.  April wanted a cappuccino, Angel a Frappuccino.   The barista was an odd character.  He wore a Cubs baseball hat and had a very thick unibrow. 

As the barista handed April’s change back to her, April saw that on his palm there was as tattoo of a pair of wings.  April looked up to him and there was a projection of a bolt of lightning behind him on a television screen.  April drew this all to coincidence until she looked at his nametag.  It read, “Angelo.” 

These types of things happen, April thought to herself, coincidences happen.  The barista smiled.  “Yes, these types of things happen,” said the barista, looking at April then Angel.

April stood there, stunned.  “….WHAT?” she yelled.

“There was a tornado in Indianapolis, April,” Angel said, pointing to the television screen behind them.  “Chill out.”

April walked away from the Starbucks with Angel, away from Angelo, stunned.  The shock stuck with her until she turned the corner and she lost the sight of Angelo, the barista with a unibrow and an angel wings tattoo.  As they both left, Angelo waved.  April and Angel walked backed home, sipping their drinks, talking about school the next day, while April hid the fear that one day her dreams would become nightmares.  The only comforts she had were the dream and Angel.

 

 

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