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Who Needs an Angel?
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 Created on 12-2-07
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Staring through the open window, the clouds spat rain upon the glass of the northbound train. Angel was heading to Aberdeen to see her father. This unfortunate event of visitation left her feeling somewhat depressed as she watch the rain escape from the London sky. The passengers were fairly quiet, and the rain had come to a stop in comparison to the other trains that passed on the opposing tracks. A crossroads – just her luck.
She had not expected the train to take long, however she had only ridden it for short periods in comparison to others she knew – including her father. Her father, the lawyer and businessman, used the train often because it was cheaper. It was not that he did not own the means of transportation, but he rather did not use them unless he felt like flaunting. This, though seeming reasonable to him, angered her occasionally as she watched her father refuse to pay charity, and mock those of lower status. The Stati of the public was “not his concern,” that is unless it involved him being above them. The arrogant bastard.
As she crossed the British country side she passed out from under the clouds and into brighter, more loving weather. The green fields reminded her of the loving home of her youth, before she even knew her father existed. The countryside of the outskirts of Dublin echoed through her memory while she replayed lullabies her mother used to sing to her:
Hush little pigeon and fold your wings
Sweet little pigeon with velvet eyes
Sleep to the swinging as mother bird's singing
Swinging the nest where her little one lies
If only her mother could see her now – 12 years later - with her long auburn hair and thin smile, the frail figure as a result of genetics and her own accidental doing, the sharp, angular face with heavily pronounced cheek bones, and even those large green childish eyes. Angel's freckles spread across her face like a fast moving disease, and her pale lashes had been carefully darkened. The long thin fingers wore her coming of age ring, and draped across the notebook. She had just finished secretarial school and now, as to her father's wishes, was going to work in his law office.
Now that the train had reached Northumberland the rain had change to a sleet. This falling sleet created a shadow that restricted visibility from the window immensely. If only the relief from all precipitation could have been longer, Angel thought to herself.
A few hours later the station of Aberdeen came into view, and picking up her suit case, Angel departed from the train. Upon the terminal dock, her father stood waiting for here with his usual black umbrella that he brought with him everywhere even when there wasn't a cloud in the sky. His reasoning behind this was that they lived in a part of the world where the weather could always change in and instant. Unfortunate for him, he had never been able to prove himself right.
“Hello, Angel,” her father ejected and walked towards her with his long stride. His long black wool coat hung tightly around his suit and slightly extended stomach. When he first bought the coat, this never would have been the case for her father was once an unusually thin man. Due to his gestures it would have been not unusual that a man of his type would wear white gloves and a top hat, replacing the horrid black umbrella for a cane.
“'Ello Father. Tell me, has it been snowing all day?” Angel smiled as politely as possible and kissed the older man on the cheek. His responding smile and pat on her shoulder continued to suggest his view of her as an inferior, even though she was as legal an adult as any other.
“It's been snowing or sleeting all day. Whether it be here or back at the row house. Now, will you be residing in your old room?” her father seemed all too happy to continue to control her by restricting her residence as well.
“Actually, I've arranged to lease a studio in the downtown. The complex was suggested to me by my friend, Adah, from school.” Angel smiled as sweetly as possible, as though trying not to let honey fall from where it was sitting on the inside of her mouth.
“Really now? I thought you would want to come back home since you will be working for me.” Her father looked quite upset at her making plans of residence without telling him and arguing prior.
“To be quite honest, no, I wouldn't want to come back because I am an adult now, and really ought to continue to act like one.” The edges of her mouth curved upward slightly, as though to reveal a large grin from the inside of her mind at the disappointment of her father's plans to control her.
They continued along the platform until he lead her through the station and to his large car. A ridiculous thing showing no consideration for the environment or people sharing the road. He opened the boot and instructed her luggage into the compartment. “I don't understand why you would not want to live in our house again?”
He was trying to convince her by changing his possession. It had never been “our” house as he referred to it. She knew this, and wondered why he even attempted anymore.
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