Annuciation

“Hi there!”��

“Wha-!”��

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t ….oh dear. That’s gonna stain.”��

“How’d you-“

“Angel. Messenger of God. Heavenly teleportation, yo.”��

“But you’re not-“

“Yeah, I know. No wings and a halo, right? Wings are clich��. I misplaced my halo in Uzbekistan. Long story. Anyway. I���m angelic, really.���

���So… ���

���…Oh, right, the message! Yes. Ahem. Your lucky numbers are: seven, nineteen-���

���Seriously?���

���No. Couldn���t resist.���

This story was written for Grammar Ghoul Press’s very first Chimera 66 micro-story challenge. You’re welcome to imagine the angel here as Constance, or not. I left it ambiguous. :)��