Angel wings Quote by Abigail George

““Bloodwork is familiar. Like the stream flowing into the river blood flows through veins, arteries, platelets, and walls. Carol stepped outside. It was times like this that she remembered that there had been a time that she had wanted to be a nurse like her mother. The only thing was that she couldn’t stand the sight of blood. Night-time. She felt as if she was being lit from within. As if something that had been asleep inside of her was flickering itself into an awakened state. She knew Jerome smoked and she absolutely hated it when he did that in the house. They were supposed to have boundaries. Sometimes, it felt as if she was the only one who actually followed the rules. The night air moved through her. She closed her eyes. She wanted a bowl of tin roof ice cream. Carol was particular about chocolate. She liked the dark bitter kind. First the silence of the evening passed through her. The silence of the trees. Then the silence of the birds. She felt almost as if she was one with the moonlight while insects folded and unfolded their Lilliputian angel wings. Their angel ways. And all she had to do was reflect. Yes, reflect!””

— Abigail George