The Book of Randomness

The Little Angel

Following on with the theme from before, this is another shot story. I may have already published this but meh.
After this will be the last short story (for now), A Single Black Rose.

A continuous barrage of rain droplets hit the pavement, creating a soft pitter-patter sound. People scurried around the busy streets of London, bundled up in as many warm clothes as they could, holding umbrellas in one hand, as they tried to avoid the heavy rain. Some sent sympathetic or pity filled glances to a lone figure, standing in the midst of it all, others, ignoring the figure completely as they were ‘too busy’ with their own lives to worry about someone else’s. If we took a closer look at this lone figure, you would see that it was a young girl, that looked no older than 15. She wore a tattered brown dress, symbolising she was but a measly peasant or a street urchin. This girl had long raven locks, however it wasn’t a glossy black although I’m sure it once was, but rather a faded black. The raven haired female was gazing up at the stormy grey sky, filled with dark looming clouds, with an apathetic look plastered on her face. Her eyes were a dull sky blue, no longer radiant or vivid and they held no emotion whatsoever.
However, if an observer were to look closely at her, they would be able to see both grief, remorse and anguish. They would be able to see that despite her expressionless face, she was silently crying, although the rain hid it well. From this new information, it seemed that the girl was mourning, but the question is for what or better yet, for who? That is a question that I cannot answer for the narrator of this story is merely an observer to this story, albeit one who had actually stopped and decided to take a closer look. However, enough about me, for this story is not about me but rather, the adolescent. The girl merely stood there, grieving and standing as still as a statue, even though she was right in the middle of the rain. It was as if she was hoping for some kind of miracle. However, right as I thought that something bizarre occurred.
All of a sudden, the gloomy clouds parted, sunlight streamed through like a spotlight, and it fell directly onto the girl.  It seemed as if time had stopped, as if someone had cast a spell upon us all, it was so silent that one could have heard a pin drop. The people who were once busy were all transfixed in place, staring up at the sky with wonder and awe. For one second I swore I could see the faint golden outline of a halo and a pair of angel wings on the girl. I blinked and rubbed my eyes and then it was gone. People soon went back to what they were doing as I pondered on what just happened. The most surreal thing yet was that the little girl had completely vanished, just like the dingy clouds, as if she had never been standing there in the first place.