By Adele Evershed
In the middle of the second lockdown, Flo was breaking into pieces through loneliness, when the angel appeared. “Look who’s awake. I’ll put the kettle on, and then we can give each other manicures”, the angel said. Of course, Flo knew she had gone mad, but at the end of the day, she felt better than she had since before the pandemic and her nails were a gorgeous shade of pink.
From then on the angel made Flo dinner every night and then they’d settle down on the couch to watch TV. While watching ‘The Great British Bake-Off’, the angel said that Gabriel had auditioned for the show but he’d been turned down because his angel cake had a soggy bottom. Flo laughed and laughed until her heart felt light.
When the paramedics found her, Flo’s hands were folded neatly across her chest, and she was smiling.
Adele Evershed was born in Wales and has lived in Hong Kong and Singapore before settling in Connecticut. Her poetry and prose have been published in several online journals and print anthologies such as Every Day Fiction, Variety Pack, Wales Haiku Journal, Failed Haiku, Grey Sparrow Journal, Monday Night Magazine, Selcouth Station, High Shelf Press, Tofu Ink Arts Press and Shot Glass Journal. She has been recently nominated for The Pushcart Prize for poetry and shortlisted for the Staunch Prize for flash fiction, an international award for thrillers without violence to women.
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