“Mommy, look at all of the angels,” Charlotte said, pointing down the broad alleyway.
“Angels? I don’t see any angels, sweetie,” Charlotte’s mother said.
“Don’t you see their halos?” Charlotte asked. “They’re up there,” she said, pointing to the circular, lighted tubes strung out across the alley.
“I see the lights, sweetie,” her mother said, “but there are no angels there.” When tears started streaming down Charlotte’s cheeks, her mother asked, “What’s wrong, honey?”
“My Sunday School teacher said that angels are invisible to those who don’t believe in them,” Charlotte said. “You don’t believe in angels, do you mommy?”
Written for the Friday Fictioneers prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Photo credit: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.