Clipped Wings

II

May 5th 

The grass tickled her exposed ankle where the lace overlay of her satin white dress had ridden up slightly. Picking at the daisies that surrounded her she began to make a chain with them. She already had about five connected up together but it wasn't enough if she was going to make a daisy crown. Making sure to say sorry every time she ripped a flower from the ground humming to herself as she worked. The sun tickling her porcelain skin letting it shimmer in response as her hair shone bright enough to be its own light source almost outshining the ball of gas in the sky. 

Placing it on her head when she was done she was very pleased with the outcome packing away her light pink picnic blanket she had been sat on. To not get the morning dew on her beautiful white dress. Heading back the way she came through the willow trees following a little stream that lay beside them. Giggling to herself as she touched the bark of the closest branches to her. The wind catching her dress every now and then pulling at it but her wings were quick on the fact smoothing it down for her without even realising. Cars cluttered the road with many honking their horns at the car in front of them which they felt didn't move quick enough for their liking. Harper took each step carefully when she hit the pavement making sure she didn't step on any of the cracks , since the cracks gave you bad luck and  was not about that life. Taking a swig of her water bottle she crashed into a hard chest she hadn't seen coming. Stepping back instantly when she saw the flash of dark black wings in the corner of her eyes. Her breathe catching in her throat as she waited for him to hurt her or kill her for what she had done. 

"Oh feathers I am ever so sorry I wasn't watching where I was going. Please don't hurt me." Harper rambles dropping the picnic blanket to her side swallowing deeply as she watched his eyes change from jet black to red. 

This was it she was about to die , lifting his hand slowly to Harper's neck his fingers traced the top of her wings. Burning the tips of them in the process which made him hiss in pain. Her gaze shifted to the floor away from his piercing eyes. But the man's chest rumbled with laughter his eyes shifting back from red to black calming Harper's heart rate almost instantly even though she was still on high alert as he was a dark angel. 

" Don't worry love. I won't hurt you over that. You goody angels need to get a grip. I don't just go round murdering everyone over any stupid thing ... well ... there was that one time ... and .... actually never mind. I spare your life. but next time you might not be as fortunate my dear ..." He starts waiting for Harper to fill in the blank of what her name was. 

"Clancy. Harper Marie Clancy." Harper spits out as her gaze is fixated on his face. His hand twirling the end of her long blonde hair on his middle finger smiling at her. 

"She has a middle name... actually I don't know why I am shocked most of the people like you have one. As if it makes you just the little bit better than us folk. Names Finnegan Ridley pleasure to meet you and maybe eat you at some point goodbye." He replies quickly disappearing in a flash clearly using his powers to his advantage. 

"Finnegan Ridley." Harper whispers as a pang erupts in her chest. Harper held it lightly breathing deeply until the pain passes and it does but leaves a dull ache. 

Knocking on the door of the largest house she had seen in town. Its black exterior oozed with the personality of who lay inside. Mr Finnegan Ridley a dark angel and one of the most obnoxious of them all. Passing signs that had rude words on them that Harper never ever wanted to repeat ever again. Reminding herself to salt water rinse her eyes out after reading them. She wasn't going to have a dark angel taint her reputation as the most heavenly angel there was in town. Knocking again she heard a groan from inside as it creaked open revealing him stood in front of her his white shirt undone to almost his belly button partially untucked from his black trousers. Rolling his eyes at her as he stood smiling at him in her usually happy self. 

"I made you this its a I'm a clutz chicken pie. My momma instilled in me that when you do wrong you must repay it." Harper states holding out the steaming pie to Finnegan as he looked at her like she had lost the plot. But thankfully he wasn't slamming the door in her face like he did to the majority of people who stepped foot on his door step. Including his own parents. 

"I'm sorry ... one how the fuck have you found my house and two I swear I just fucking saw you down the street. Where did you produce this pie from ... actually I don't want to know." Finnegan starts as Harper grimaces at his use of profanity still holding the pie out to him a smile unfiltered on her lips. 

"Perks of being an angel. You should know that now. don't reheat this at all ever. It can make you sick and um usually I pair it with gravy but I like things saucy. I didn't make you any just in case you know but I can if you want me to." Harper rambles as Finnegan takes the pie from Harper's hand placing it on the side table by his front door giving her his best fake smile , which just looked very strained and as if he was being held against his will. 

"You ever done anything a little how do I put it ... bad ?" Finnegan states clearly uninterested in the conversation and rather fascinated by how perfect Harper seemed. 

"Oh gosh no. I as a good angel can only ever do good things now I should be on my way I have to babysit my nephew and my brother will be displeased if I am late." Harper replies turning away from the door but Finnegan grabs her arm to pull her back. 

"Say a profanity. I don't know Fuck , Bitch , dickhead , shit or my personal favourite mother fucker. Which should always be saved for special occasions. Anyway if you say a cheeky little profanity I will accept your apology and you can sleep at night or whatever it is you good angels need to feel fulfilled." Finnegan continues and Harper shakes her head wishing she had the salt water with her right this second to bleach not only her eyes but her ears to after Finnegan's outburst of curses. 

"It won't kill you to be a little naughty ever now and then. Trust me. Its a much better life than apologising every time you do wrong. Do you say sorry every time you pull out a flower to make that poxy crown on your head. " Finnegan questions pointing to the flower crown on her head as she gazed up at it frowning at why he was being horrible at her creation. 

"I do actually thank you very much." Harper pointedly replies fixing it so it sat straight on her head rather than falling to the left hand side. 

"of course you fucking do I don't know why I ask. I'm Missus Purey Mc Pureface and I am the best angel in the whole world. You are why us dark angels murder I swear. You don't understand the joys your missing being a little selfish every now and then. You people make me sick." Finnegan exclaims slamming the door shut in Harper's face.