Angel Radio by A.M. Blaushild

Author:A.M. Blaushild [Blaushild, A.M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Published: 2015-12-15T23:00:00+00:00

17

I IMMEDIATELY regretted the decision, but it felt too soon to apologize. I still refused to believe I was hearing voices or whatever. After all, I did live in a world of eye-covered angels who had some sort of obsession with camping.

So what if the radio wasn’t supposed to be working at this range? I’ll bet I was somehow picking up on a radio signal far away, with the angels acting as amplifiers. It sounded vaguely possible. And Midori couldn’t hear this definitely real show because she just wasn’t tuned to it. Hell, maybe it was her lack of belief that prevented her from hearing it. That sounded vaguely possible too in these dark times.

It was cold now, really cold, and though I pulled out a blanket to huddle under, my face began to feel numb. I considered sneaking into just the studio itself, hiding under a counter so Midori wouldn’t be able to see me, but I couldn’t risk it. I didn’t want to lose my pride and admit defeat so soon.

But it sure was chilly. I looked out into the darkness of the night—the empty streets, features lost without lamps or storefronts. The world looked flat and lifeless. The stillness was like a painting—a feeling only prompted by my mind’s insistence that the only way the world could be this dark and hollow was if it was nothing more than paint on canvas.

Even the angels seemed far off tonight. Some of them did emit light, but it was such a ghostly glow that they soon looked like nothing more than starlight.

Those angels, those angels, whatever were they thinking?

There was a plan, a plot, an experiment around us, but those angels did nothing for it. They were watching and waiting and floating.

My life would have been better if I was dead, if I had simply died all that time ago with my family. And not even on the sixth day, with my foster family. My life would have carried much more meaning if I had just died in the fire with my parents all those years ago.

If someone else had lived, I’m sure whatever journey and whatever mystery I was being thrown into would have been long solved by now. If I was someone else, everything would have gone smoother. And in most cases, better.

Weren’t angels supposed to put only the bravest through their divine tests? The most holy? The ones pure of heart? I was none of those things. So why had I passed their judgments. Why had I lived?

Gav and Midori both made sense as the so-called chosen. Gav had had an angel in his head; of course he would be kept around. Same with Midori—had she not been hosting an angel for however long? But I had never lived at a level any bit more than regular.

Midori more than fit the bill as some sort of divine. She deserved to have lived. She was magic and beautiful and lovely, someone right out of a fairy tale or a legend.

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