Picnic with an Angel- A short, short story

I entered this short story into a contest last year, and I thought I would share it with you now.

Enjoy.

Picnic with an Angel

 

Like a little child in a field of wild flowers, I skipped from the parking garage elevator carrying a picnic basket, similar to the ones Yogi Bear absconded in those old cartoons. The mouth-watering smells drifted from the wicker hamper – fried chicken, fresh rolls, banana pudding – all her favorites. I thought of my wife’s long blond tresses curled around her sparkl...