A strong wind is blowing across the fresh green grass fields and bringing the strongest trees into swaying; thunder rolling mightier than any drum and lightening flashing bright and quick like the flashes of a camera.
A man is walking upon a rural road. His pale bare feet caked in mud. His knee-long marine blue trousers were ill used and had plenty of moth-eaten holes. His upper torso was bare, cold rain drops pearled down his pale smooth skin like marble. With the strong wind those drops stung like knives against his skin but that was the least of his worries. His whole body burned, ached in every move, in every breath he took. He clenched his teeth to hold back the pain and focus ahead to reach his goal. More rain drops dripped from the man's long wet dark hair over his forehead, neck, shoulders and back. His big honey brown eyes were focused to what lies before him. They sparkled with temper and determination. Fighting to take the next step. To move on.
After some period of time fighting against the rain, wind and the pain a light shone bright like a star among the rain and darkness of the night. As the man moved on bigger the light grew from a dot to a rectangular form and soon presented to be a light from a window of a simple house. The man staggered on towards the house until he stood before the main door. Leaning with one hand against the wall to support his balance due to his numbness of pain while he raised the other hand to knock.
Within moments the door opened and there stood before him a young woman with wavey black hair, pale complexion and sky-blue eyes. "What do you want?" She demanded skeptical while raising an eyebrow.676Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRjE8NKOzsr
The man blinked at her and drew a deep breath to gather his strength. "Please. May I come in? May I spend the night; just one night? Or at least 'til it has ceased to rain." Asked the man politely; his eyes focused upon the woman's. Excited and eager to hear what will be her response. Will she say yes or no?
"Can I see your ID?" She asked.
"I have none."
"What is your name?"
"Akasha."
"I'm Pamela. Come in." Pamela introduced friendly and let Akasha in. "Come. I'll show where the bathroom is to dry yourself." She smiled and led him to the bathroom.
Akasha looked around with curiousity. Once he stepped into the bathroom, Pamela gave him a few towels and closed the door as she left. Akasha watched in silence how she left, closed the door and locked it from the outside. Akasha gave a short chuckle to himself, amused of her distrust and precaution to an angel. An angel that just fell from heaven two nights ago, in order to search for compassion amongst the humans. Slowly in his own time he dried himself up the best he could. He even rung out the best he could the water from his trousers over the bathtub, the trousers actually belonged to a scarecrow. His back was facing to the door. Drying up in his own time.676Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡY8VJBCQi4P
Suddenly Pamela unlocked the door and walked in without thinking. "Oh! I'm so sorry!" She called out as she saw Akasha ringing out and rapidly closed the door. Akasha quickly winced together of surprise and rapidly slipped on his trousers. A feeling of embaresment over came him while Pamela flushed in shame. "I'm sorry! So sorry, Akasha!" She apologised through the closed door. Her arms wrapped around her waist leaning beside the door against the wall and staring to the ceiling. Soon Akasha opened the bathroom door and looked to Pamela. She quickly turned her head away from him in shame. "I'm sorry." She whispered. Slowly she turned to face him, noticing he said nothing and gave no angered glare. Their eyes met. Pamela noticed Akasha's golden honey-brown eyes and Akasha noticed Pamela's sky-blue eyes. Pamela realized that Akasha is not any ordinary man due to his silence, his perfect marble statue and his eyes. Is he a man born with great swallowing silence and do those big warming honey-brown eyes of his see everything?
Pamela blinked and looked away to gather her thoughts. "This way to the living-room where you can spend the night on the sofa." She walked ahead.
Akasha followed her and looked further around him, curious to her style of living. "Thank you for your hospitality." Thanked Akasha calmly as he stepped into the living-room and saw the sofa with a folded blanket on top.676Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoORIRDzM6m
"The rest I leave you to it and see you first thing in the morning. Good night." Gave Pamela distant while kneading her hands of nervousness and left. He sat on the sofa and looked around him. Soon his eyes were focused to the floor before him. Barely believing a human had let him in but not very warm hearted, rather distant and cautious. Cautious of what? He wondered. Does she know that he is not a human, that he is an angel?676Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡODVEO0bqp7
Many hours passed when the weather calmed down and Akasha remained wide awake, staring out the window. His mind wondering how the humans think and handle. Why were there often humans that shut the door in his face and then very few others like Pamela letting him in? Why were the others more warm hearted than Pamela? Unknowingly he fell asleep. As he opened his eyes bright light stung in his eyes. Quick-witted he sat up straight and looked around as if searching for something big. He noticed Pamela with a mug at hand sitting on the arm of the sofa, dark rings were noticable under her eyes.676Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJbHp0w7Vnf
"Good morning. Slept well?" She asked friendly with a grin.
Akasha rubbed his eyes and nodded. "Somehow I did." Knowing as a angel you would never sleep.676Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkXo6Df9fh3
"Would you like a cup of coffee?"
"Coffee?" He wondered.676Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRmiy4Mfb6Y
Pamela chuckled shortly. "A hot beverage that helps you wake up and give some energy for the day."
"Oh, no thank you."
"Then perhaps tea or juice? You must eat and drink something before you leave. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day."
"I don't eat nor drink." He gave truthfully.676Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWkoMXWt3hV
"I don't care of you fast to keep your great figure; you will eat." Gave Pamela firmly like a mother to a child and walked ahead towards the kitchen.
Slowly Akasha stood up. His body was still aching in every move as before. Still aching from the great fall and not yet accostumed to live in this human body without wings. Locked in this humanbody to look friendlier and above all to prove if humans are compassionate. He walked after Pamela into the kitchen. The air held a fine smell of coffee that penetrated his nostrils and other smells of food such as toasted whole bread.676Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZ5C5uLd05y
Suddenly Akasha's stomach made a loud sound. Quickly he hugged his stomach like a child.
"My, someone is hungry. Sit down, take a piece of bread." Invited Pamela before she took another bite of her toasted whole bread spread with orange marmalade.
Hesitantly Akasha sat opposite of Pamela.
She watched how he sat and just looked about the table. "Have you ever had a breakfast?"
Akasha shook his head.
Pamela froze in awe.
"I have never eaten. Why did my body give out that sound?" He asked.
Pamela swallowed loudly her bit. "Seriously?" Akasha only looked at her, waiting patiently for her answer. "The sound came to be exact from your stomach, saying it need to be filled. The body is like a engine or motor and it needs fuel for energy to move and think. Food and drink is fuel to your body." She paused. "What are you?" She asked carefully, raising an eyebrow of skeptism.676Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡc0ulNnnKkr
"I'm an angel; an angel of heaven seeking for compassion amongst the humans."676Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxkjRIQ5I3x
