Weekly Writing Exercise, Week 2
Yeah, here's another one :o To note: You don't have to think too hard on answering these. It's supposed to be a quick exercise to make you think, and stretch your creative muscles a little bit. Shouldn't take you too long to flesh a quick idea out
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Except the wings.
They flared over his shoulders; snowy, glowing white feathers that looked like velvet to the touch draped all the way down to the scratched, laminated floor. His eyes, slightly covered by disheveled bangs, had a spark of blue lightening to them, but I was mostly fascinated by the feathered appendages rising from his shoulder blades. My eyes swept over him again, only coming back to rest on the same spot.
Yeah, it was definitely the wings.
I stared. I could not help it. It was rude, and I probably looked slightly insane with my fork halfway to my open mouth and a dumbfounded look on my face, but somehow with him not three feet away from me I couldn't hold back. If I shifted my foot just a little, I'd be kicking him.
I'd seen angels before. Not often, but occasionally, on the way to school or at a relative's BBQ or a friend's birthday party, there one appeared. They tended to show up where there were lots of people and hang out like everything was chill with the world. No one else noticed them, and I pretended to do the same. Likewise, they ignored me, and all around we had a pretty equally apathetic, symbiotic relationship. It was easy for me to keep pretending I was sane because angels did not pop up all that often.
And they most certainly did not walk into local High school cafeterias and sit down right across from me.
"Hi," I finally managed, the sound a tight squeak. "What are you doing?" If they were auditioning for Minny Mouse in the drama department, that line would have gotten me the part.
A eyebrow quirked at me over too-dark mashed potatoes. "Eating," he answered, and took a bite.
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