She beamed. “Anyway, I came to tell you that I helped you out a little bit with your last wish.”
“You know about this now? Anna, I don’t do that anymore. The wish thing—”
“I mean Sam’s wish. I helped you fulfill it.”
I stared at her. “What?”
“Look.” Anna made a movement as if she wanted to clear snow off a window pane. It was a little bit like that, because she cleared a snowflake-free window in the air. It started to shimmer then turned into… an image. No, more like a video without sound.
I saw Sam and a Christmas tree and presents. Then a man entered the picture. He was really tall and had beautiful, blond, wavy hair. From what I could see on this hazy “monitor,” he was one of the most beautiful people I’d ever seen. He spoke to Sam—I could only see his mouth move—and the boy’s eyes lit up. The man spread his arms, and Sam jumped into them. Then the image dissolved.
Eyes wide, I looked at Anna. “Was that—”
“Raphael. Yes. I pulled some strings.” She said it off-handedly, but she was obviously really proud.
“How did you do that? I mean, Zack didn’t even seem to be able to…” Then I stopped. Maybe Zack had been able to but just hadn’t done it, like he hadn’t helped save Anna.
“I’m in a position to ask for favors; Zack isn’t,” Anna explained matter-of-factly. “And who can say no to a cute li’l angel like me?” She batted her eyelashes.
I had to smile in spite of myself.
“But seriously,” Anna said, “Zack isn’t really appreciated in some circles up there.” She knitted her brows. “He has a great heart, though. And he did do everything he could do for you. Don’t shun him. It won’t work in the long run, anyway, and you’ll be much better off with him at your side.”
“Look at you, my all-knowing, wise little sister.” I couldn’t help but tease her.
She laughed, and I thought I had never heard anything more delightful and heartwarming. I wanted to remember that sound forever, and I stashed it somewhere deep inside my heart.
“So, I gotta go,” Anna said.
But I had so many questions. Yet again, I wasn’t ready to let her go.
Anna seemed to have read my mind. She rolled her eyes and shook snow off her wings. “Okay, one question, but then I really have to go.”
I knew instantly what I had to ask her. “Is my mom up there?” I whispered. “Is she an angel too?”
Anna gave me a sad smile and shook her head. “I don’t think so. But I don’t know all the angels,” she stressed.
She stepped toward me and put her little arms around me. “Bye, Big Sis.”
I hugged her tightly. “Bye, Little Sis.”
It felt so good to hold her one last time.
Then, suddenly, I was hugging air, as though she had dissolved into hundreds of snowflakes tumbling toward the ground.
But they aren’t tumbling down; they’re going up. I lifted my head. There, up there, that big snowflake, maybe that’s her.
Soon, I saw nothing but the diffuse, impenetrable winter sky.
Maybe I had just been dreaming.
But I felt as though I had gotten a little bit of faith back.
A PENNY FOR YOUR WISH
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Felicity Green is the author of the romantic fantasy series CONNEMARA-Saga set in Ireland and the HIGHLAND-HEXEN-Krimis, a paranormal mystery series set in the Scottish Highlands. She has published six books in German. WISH UPON A FALLEN STAR is the first novella in her new urban fantasy series AVERAGE ANGEL, published in English and in German.
After studying English & Drama in Canterbury, England, Felicity decided to pursue an acting career. She toured all across the British Isles and even did a brief stint in LA before she realized she liked writing better. An MA in Creative & Critical Writing at University of Sussex later, Felicity met her husband and moved to the South of Germany. She worked at independent book publishers in Zurich, Switzerland, for two years and then decided to go freelance. When Felicity is not writing her own books or looking after her baby daughter Taya, she is translating books for other indie authors.
www.felicitygreen.com
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