Angels of The Fall

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Literary Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
When Malaki's mother is killed in an accident by what he believes is a dark angel, his aunt Meredith takes him in. It all takes a turn when Liam, a student at Angelological Academy of Paris and Meredith's new boyfriend, comes into the picture.

Submitted: December 13, 2014

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Paris, France 1996. “Come on Julia” yelled Meredith from downstairs, “we’re going to be late!” Walking slowly down the stairs was 8 year old Julia in her black dress and brand new shiny black shoes with a satin flower where the toes rest. She had never planned to wear something so beautiful to a heavyhearted occasion such as a funeral. Meredith quickly gathers all their belongings and rushed Julia out the door and into the car. As she starts the car Julia speaks up from the back seat, “Mom, so what’s going to happen to Malaki? You know since she’s gone.” Meredith looks at her daughter through the rearview mirror but she isn’t looking back. Julia stares down into her lap, fiddling her thumbs, something she does when she starts feeling down or worried. Malaki and Julia had always been, not only cousins, but the best of friends. “Well babe, that’s something I need to talk to you about.” Julia looks up and Meredith has now turned in her seat to face her. “We’ll talk after the service, okay?” She smiles to assure her that everything is fine because she knows that it will be.

It is now 1:00 p.m. and the service has finally come to an end. Malaki sat with his grandparents the whole time but Meredith would look at him out of the corner of her eye every once in a while to make sure that he was alright. Two hours with a straight face, not one single tear, staring at her casket like he did not know what was even in there and if he did, he made it seem like it was not his mother. Although he is only 7, he was mature for his age and took everything as an adult. The only time he would act like a 7 year old was when he was with Julia but no one ever worried since the doctors said it was completely normal for kids to grow up this way. Everyone was going to meet up at Meredith’s house to share memories of Bella, the mom, daughter, sister and aunt who had lost her life in a car accident the week before. “Julia will you please help me unpack the finger sandwiches? Also, put some of those chips I have on the counter in a bowl and put them out in the sitting room, please.” Meredith asks. As Julia does as she’s told Meredith searches for Malaki, asking everyone if they have seen him but no one has. “Julia, do you know where Mala-“ she starts to ask but Julia cuts her off. “The cave, mom” Oh right, the cave, how could she forget? Meredith smiles and quickly rushes out to the backyard which is also the woods. 3 years ago when Meredith and Julia had moved in, Malaki, who was 4 and Julia, who was 5 were out back playing when Malaki had discovered a small cave not too far into the woods and since then it has always been there place to go. As Meredith reaches the cave she can hear little breaths being taken in and sniffling. “Malaki?” she whispers, “are you in there?” she hears him mumble a small yes. “May I come in?” This time Malaki answers with actual words, “Yes” As she crawls in she looks at his tiny tear stained face, his eyes are red and puffy as if he’s been crying for quite a while. “What’s wrong babe?” Meredith asks with a comforting voice. Right when she does he covers his face with his miniature hands and starts sobbing, his breathing becomes harder. “Come here, Malaki” Meredith opens her arms to bring him in. He quickly crawls over to her and buries his face into her chest and continues to cry. She runs her hands through his hair and whispers to him, “Let it all out baby, it’s okay, let it all out.” “Why did he have to take her?” he says through his crying, “Who?” Meredith asks. “The dark angel in the other car. The man in that blue car that hit my mom, it was a dark angel.” Meredith pulls him back and stares at him. “Malaki, who told you that? You weren’t in the car.” No one had told him anything about the accident, not the car color, not the driver, not who hit who, nothing. How did he know?  “Listen, Malaki, look at me” Malaki brings his eyes to hers, “it’s okay, your mom is okay now. It wasn’t a dark angel, it was just a man, a man who didn’t stop when he was supposed.”  


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