Angelica

kept her secret well – wore her oversized coat – carried seed in its pockets – picked insects from leaves as she walked and buds as usual, but now to suck, not stick in vases – detoured by St Stephens – first time in years – sat and stared at the edges of the stained glass above the transept – away from the saint’s ministrations – the anonymous artisan’s flourish – hark – the unsung attendants of the scene – Angelica asked forgiveness – burnt a candle – an offering to heaven – left her phone on the pew beside a book of hymns – bright and beautiful – pondered creation – this virus – her desire to fly to a place from which to perch and watch the world

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