The Strangely Fortunate Tourist

She meddled aimlessly in forbidden lands underneath a gunmetal sky picking petals off of daisies as the heavens shook and cried. When menacing lightning unexpectedly struck she did not blame a forgotten mirror once shattered on a ghastly night for the unpleasant luck. Instead, she turned her heavy head upwards, broke into a bright smile, and unhesitatingly refused to duck. The angels realized this beauty was not trespassing intentionally, but that she was painfully lost when the intense beam of heat was an inch away from colliding with her. Without wasting a quarter of a second they turned the lightning into stones and then artistically placed each one in the blessed river she affectionately longed to cross.

- Angel Rigali