Title: Between Angels and Aliens
Email: kenji921⊕aol.com
Summary: Based loosely on the movie City of Angels.

I watch from behind the tree, a smile creeping across my face as I am witness to a miracle. I know that the others would frown upon my attachment, but I can’t help it. I may not be capable of feeling emotions or even know a person’s touch, but I can only imagine. I helped a family overcome their troubles to be together and I can’t help but wish that I could one day be on the receiving end of what these mortals call love.

I see the sun rising above, and I slip my hands into my coat pocket. Just like always, it’s time for me to go. I have to leave behind this experience and move onto my next.


Michael yawned loudly, causing Maria to slap him behind the head.


“Stop being a baby.” She disregarded his mock frown, instead keeping her eyes trained towards the door. “She’ll be here any minute,” she whispered more to herself than to the rest of the group.

Alex fiddled with his shirt collar. “She’s not bringing Mr. I’m so buff that I have to take my shirt off at every opportunity, is she?”

“C’mon Whitman, don’t play like you don’t like it.” Kyle smirked as he straddled his seat backwards. Alex was such an easy target. They had been friends since childhood, but as a friend, it was his duty to make fun of his friend.

Not missing a beat, Alex patted Kyle’s shoulder. “Dude, I know it’s hard for you to admit the truth, but making all of this homosexual innuendo isn’t going to change the fact that you bat for the same team.” He gave him his best toothy grin. “Even though you’re gay, we love you.”

Kyle shoved his friend into the booth. “Ha ha! You’ve got me in stitches.”

Before Alex could make a smart ass comment, Maria shushed them.

“Shut up, here they come.”


Liz watched through the swinging door of the kitchen as Maria, Michael, Kyle, and Alex greeted Isabel and her newest boyfriend. She sighed, watching the camaraderie between the group. Watching them laugh and be at ease with each other was something she had wished for all of her life.

Standing behind the door with the diamond shaped window was the metaphor of her life. She was always on the outside looking in. It sounded so cliche but it was true. She was an outcast and would always be one. She suppressed a sniffle and resumed her duties. She had work to do, and pining over something she couldn’t have wouldn’t do her any good.


Just outside in the alley, a bright flash of light occurred out of nowhere. It grew to blinding proportions until it shimmered into an incandescent glow, finally revealing a dark headed young man dressed in black.

People walking the streets were oblivious to him and his arrival, just as it was supposed to be.

It was that time again.