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Kevin looked at the object that lay in the yard. Soon, an idea struck him. It was a human, or at least it looked like it. But how could a human just fall from the sky? This one wasn’t a skydiver because it wore no jumpsuit. He pondered for a few moments before getting up from his wicker chair.

Kevin walked with his socked feet into the middle of the yard were the creature lay. Ivory wings jutted from its back. ‘Impossible,’ Kevin thought. The winged creature opened its bright blue eyes and stood up in an instant. It looked around crazily, obviously trying to find out where it was.

“What are you?” Kevin asked. The creature turned to him slowly and laughed a little.

“Why, I’m an angel.” It had a woman’s voice, soft and caring. Brown hair fell over her shoulders in waves. Its attire looked like it was made from the finest silk, colored to match her wings; a kimono with wooden tassels. She seemed to glow in the presence of Kevin. He shook his head and rubbed his eyes.

“This can’t be.” He muttered to himself. “It’s the drugs, yes that’s it. I’m taking too many drugs.”

“I’m afraid you aren’t imagining anything. I’m as real as anything, and if you excuse me I must go back up.” She pointed to the sky. Standing upright, she put her hands to her sides and waited to fly off. But she went nowhere. Kevin looked and saw that one wing wasn’t fluttering like the butterfly’s had.

“Your wing is broken.” He informed her. The angel looked and she too saw that it was limp.

“Oh, this is not good.” She said. “That means that I must stay here until I’m healed.”

“Can’t God just heal it for you?” Kevin asked. He was never much of a religious man, so he didn’t know anything about angels.

“No, were on our own if this kind of thing happens.” The angel answered and walked over to Kevin. He took a step back from her. “You don’t have to be afraid of me, I won’t hurt you. My name is Aika.”

“Hello, Aika. I’m going back inside now.” Kevin started to shuffle quickly to the porch. Aika caught up with him.

“Where am I supposed to go?” she asked.

“Well, I certainly can’t have an angel living in my house!” Kevin said trying to reach the porch steps alone. “For all I know you don’t even exist.” Aika appeared in front of Kevin.

“Okay, stop taking your silly drugs and then see if I exist!” she demanded.

“Fine! You can stay!” Kevin yelled and opened the door to his home, closing the door on the angel. As he walked into the kitchen, Aika was sitting on the counter. “You’re a very rude man.” She said.

“Why don’t you leave?”

“I can’t!” She lifted up her broken wing. “Trust me, if I could fly, I would be out of here.”

“You know, for an angel you don’t hold your tongue much.”

“Okay, maybe I started off wrong here. Allow me to start over.” Aika got down from the counter and started to pace around the kitchen as Kevin leaned over the sink. “I’m an angel. I was flying and fell and broke a wing. Because you were the first person to see me, you must take me in until it heals.” She turned to Kevin. “Sound fair enough?”

“Where does it say that?” Kevin spat. He looked out of the window that was above the sink. Out of thin air, a book came and landed in Aika’s hands. She opened it and flipped through a few pages and found the one she was looking for.

“Here! ‘If at anytime an angel has broken its wing and falls to the earth, the human that sees them is to take them in until they heal. Then the human will forget everything that happened and go back to living a normal life.’ Go on, read for yourself.” She handed the book to Kevin but he didn’t glance at it. Instead, he walked out of the kitchen and sat down in his favorite chair.

“I don’t need this.” He muttered. Aika strolled out into the den and sat on the couch beside the chair. On the coffee table lay year old magazines and old bags of chips and empty cans of beer.

“I think I can help you.” She said, looking up at Kevin. He held his head with his right hand and whispered inaudible words to himself.