Written by Betty Matney/edited by Aya Walksfar
Little Angel huddled, shivering and sobbing, in the shadow of a large
bank of dirty clouds outside of Heaven’s Gate.
Gusts of cold north wind tugged at his mud-spattered robe and tangled
the feathers of his wings, forcing him to burrow deeper into his hiding
place. He knew he should
get up and go home, but he couldn’t face his friends. If it didn’t get any colder, he’d sneak home after dark.
