Short Stories and poems

Traffic Jam

The little girl sat in the back seat of the car. She was crying, but her parents didn't cared, or even notice. They say in the front seat, screaming and yelling at the top of their lungs. She cried and sobbed as quietly as possible. If they saw her crying, they'd just fight more. They were sitting in traffic. The highways were so backed up with cars, everyone was still. As she cried, she looked out the window, trying to imagine she was alone, somewhere peaceful. She was snapped out of her daydream quickly. She heard a someone knock on a window, and looked at the car next to hers.

The man in the car held a piece of paper that read "are you okay" to the window. She paused for a second, she'd been told to not talk to strangers, but is it really talking if by its note? She took out her journal and, quietly as possible, tore out a page. She wrote on it "no" and held it to her window. He replied "what happened?" She wiped her eyes and tore out a new page, tossing the old page to the ground. "My parents. They're yelling at each other" she held the paper to the window so that it covered her face, She didn't want to let this stranger see her cry anymore. He knocked on his window, She had not noticed that he put up a new message. "I know how it feels, my parents fought too. It gets better, trust me" She smiled but I was still crying. She scribbled her note down and held it to the window. "Are you sure? Do you promise?" He looked unsure at first, but then, with confidence, took out a piece of paper and wrote. "As long as you keep your chin up and remember that they both still love you, you'll make it through"

The traffic started moving. She tried to scribble something down before they moved. A thank you. But we started moving away from him. She caught one quick glance at his window before we moved. He had written a new note. "I believe in you."

Then he was gone. Like dust in the wind or a bullet from a gun or an angel from heaven. He disappeared. She didn't even see his car. Everything was gone. No trace of him was found. I should know.

I say next to my sister the whole time she passed notes with the stranger. I was about 6 at the time, so I didn't understand what had happened, but as I grew up, I started to understand. After that, I vaguely remember my sister telling me about one of god's Angels saving her. I'm 23 now, my sister's 29.

We still keep this secret. The secret about one of gods Angels watching over us. Keeping us safe. Saving us.

Our guardian angel