We argue about him, Billy and me. Billy laughs, says there’s no such things as angels but I tell him not to be so stupid, course there are I tell him, says so in The Bible.
He’s been in the park for ever, well longer than my gran can remember and she’s old. We’re lucky to have him she says, he was brought from under the sea, from a shipwreck and there isn’t another like him in the whole world, my gran says.
Gran took very ill, we all went round and stood by her bed.
Billy’s wrong about angels.
(Thanks to Lora Mitchell for the photograph this week and to Madison Woods for the idea of Friday Fictioneers. See other stories here http://madison-woods.com/index-of-stories/092112-2/ )