Thousand: Six Hundred Eighty-Nine

girl looks over at the city wall. A line is forming before a gate. The line doesn’t seem to be moving. “I stopped thinking of the angel as a man.” Two of the women chuckle. “I’ve never met an angel,” says a third. “What's it like, meeting an angel?” “Reassuring. I don’t know if you can generalize from my experience. I’ve met one angel. I only know it was an angel because that was what I was told. ‘Hello, I’m an angel.’ ‘Pleased to meet you. I’m lost.’ ‘And now you’re found! You see?’ So, you know, angel this, angel