Hidden with broken wings ,,,so grey!

The first darkness of the evening slowly surrounded him as he diredted his ret t5o take him home. He had visit a friend and the afternoon has slowly become early evening.  The summerrain had both started and stopped. The walkways was still a bit wet and waterdrops fall on the him as he passed some big trees. Shadows was since long just amemory of the sunny day! Even if the day had been sunny, he was frozen and longed for the warmth of his home and a cup of coffee!

It was a miracle that he saw her at all.

She has crawled deep into a dark corne. She was almost coverd by the box with sand, that the housecompany placed there for the upcoming winter. He went carefull up to her. Approached her slowly. He had no intention to scare her, where she was hiding behind the box with sand. He looked at her. She had drawn he knees up to her chin and small white hands covered her face, She looked at hin between her fingers. Her eyes was brown and reflected a warm friendly curiosity.-
- Hello, how are you doing?  Why are you hiding here in the beginning darkness of the night?
When she started to talk it was more like a song, Her voice was warm andsoftly melodical, almost like a talked blues!
Witha gracious gesture she stroke the brown hair from her face.
- I am a broken angel, I hide from my fate. I can no longer be a guardian angel when my wings are grey!

He looked with surpise at little woman. She worn a dress in beige and brown,
- No, tell me now what is wrong. No you are not an angel, they are not such things as angels. Tell me what is wrong with you?
- People don't use to recognize an angel when they see one or has an angel visiting. Most of us has no wings or a halo. We are just here to help out and mostly we are not even visible!
- You have to stop talking like that. People may think your have something wrong in your head. No, tell me instead what is wrong . Why are you hiding here in the beginning darkness?
- I streched my hand for help from above, but my legs wasn,t strong to keep me standing. Now I just wait for the fate that is given to us angels with grey wings!

He gave her his hand and with difficulties she stand up. She leaned on him the short way to his home. She sat down on a chair in the kitchen. He bave her a towel of pure indian cotton. Slowly she dried her hair from the moisture of the evening, Whit smal gracious moves she removed the dirt from her face. The waterboiler sounded exactly as waterboiler us to sound. He offerd her a cup steaming tea. Tea from the leafs of  Roboisbush! Slowly he saw the colour returning to her face.
She looked at him with a smile that could be a git from heaven and started to talk in her bluesy melodial way.
- I am an broken angel and my wings , they are so...grey!
He shooked his head. Her voice was so different. The melody when she talked was so hypnotical. Her finger slowly caresses the table. The she looked at him and started to talk again,
- A broken angel can't be of any big help to noone. But you shall always be aware of that their is help for you, that comes from above. I know you have gad a hard time, but the days will be more sunny! You will find the joy again. Know that not all people will be aware of they have had angels as a visitor in their homes!
When she stand up and started to walk out of the kitchen to the livingroom, he saw she had wings on her back. Wings that were damaged and almost grey,

- Hey angel, why are you wings broken and grey?
The question dissapeared in emptyness and silence. He rushed to the livingroom to ask her again. When hereached the livingroom he sa nothibg but emptyness, On the floor he saw the towel of cotton from India and a small white feather was laying alone as a greeting from...
A silent melody was almost possible to hear in the silent livingroom. A melody slihjtly like a bliúes...and the words become weaker and weaker....

- I am a broken Angel and my wings are grey......