“Star light, star bright. I wish I may, I wish I might. I need a little magic in my life.” Melissa finished her chant and snubbed out her cigarette. Her hair blew in the hot night wind on the rooftop. Too old to believe in silly things like wishes, but not old enough to stop wishing. She stumbled down the stairs to her apartment, pouring the last two finger from a bottle of whiskey, she downed it in a gulp. Then laid down on the couch hoping for dreams of magic.
A bottle crashed and a yelp of “Oh fuck” woke her. she turned on the lamp and found a tall thin man on her kitchen floor. He held onto his shin rolling back and forth. “Damn girl, find a fucking trash can for these bottles. You’re going to kill someone”
Melissa ran for her phone, but there was no answer from 911, she began screaming. The man stood and snapped his fingers, suddenly no sound came from her throat. Shaking his head, “This is what I get for actually listening when people talk. You know how rare this is? Fuck lady, here I am trying to give you a fucking miracle and you set traps and scream at me? Are you a savage?”
Melissa tried talking to him in a calm tone and it worked, “Who are you?”
“I’m your guardian friggin angel.”
She had to laugh at the madman, “You’re kind of beat up for an angel.”
“Do you think my job is easy? Hell yes, I'm beating up trying to keep up with your ass. I’ve had easier assignments during the fucking crusades.”
And yes, he was very beat up. Wearing a black beanie, pea coat, and AC/DC T-shirt. he looked in dire need of a shower and a job. But the eyes gave it away, nothing natural had eyes that swirled with stars, the pupils were black holes of space. One look into them and Melissa’s budding cynicism backed into it’s shell and waited for a hippy to sneer at.
The angel popped his neck, “Ok, what was I doing before someone tried to kill me? Oh yes, I’m here to show you some magic. Orders from On High. Literally. The Creator says that we on the street need to spread some of the old miracle juice around. You know, beef up the belief glands and shit. You made a wish, a wish is a child's prayer. You made a prayer so here I am. To give you some magic.”
Melissa stared, then stared a bit more. Carefully avoiding his eyes, She remembered what happens when you stare into the abyss. He raised an eyebrow at her, “Jeez, i knew from watching out for you that you’re thick, but this may be the first time you've ever been struck dumb. So what do you want for some magic? Ye old it’s a wonderful life schtick? Some money, a fucking pony? You’re bit old for prince charming, and Christian Bale is taken. So speak up, kid.”
“Just show me magic. just show me that life is worth living.”
The messenger of God smiled for a minute, “Good for you, something worthwhile. I think that I can do that.”
He held out his hand, she put hers in it. Up they went, all the way. She dragged, dangling from his hand, she couldn’t look down. So she looked at his scarred knuckles, she wanted to ask how a celestial being got scars but then she thought about all the close calls she’d had over the years and decided not to. They landed on a cold rock.
“Don’t get too far away, it won’t go well for you. And after the Lincoln fiasco… it was a play, you need popcorn at a play! Anyway I have a performance review soon. so stick close. Ok kid, this is Luna, your moon. You wanted to learn magic is real, to see a real thing miracle. this is it.” He waved at the blue and silver ball of Earth, “That is covered in life, all of it interconnected. The odds of life appearing anywhere at any time is so high that your scientists don’t have a number for it. Yet that little blue ball has life over most of it. Billions of people, trillions of life forms. But that’s not the magic I wanted you to see. That’s not the miracle.”
“Well, where’s the miracle”
He stepped close to her, looked down to where she could no longer avoid his eyes and the cold stars that lived in them. “The miracle is that there’s an entire universe, galaxies, stars, planets, things that are can never be comprehended by the human mind. And in all that… In all the wonders of the universe… God took the time to make you.”
Melissa stood no longer entranced by his eyes, or the beauty of the Earth, but by his words. By realization. He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her on the forehead, “I think that you understand. Let’s go home little miracle.”.