angel

Annette was sure she had seen an angel. It was white and a figure but with a face she couldn’t quite make out somehow. She had caught it watching her before disappearing in between the blink of her eyes.

Maybe late night television was rubbing off on her with all the ghost hunters, alien documentaries and unexplained programs. Too much of an overactive imagination young lady, her mother used to say and maybe she was right.

Annette wondered if she was still being watched. She took a curious glance behind her as she stepped off the kerb into the road.