Guardian Angel by Lynette Ferreira
Yesterday, his life was simple.For ages his day started the same. For centuries his day ended the same. He got the list and he went to wor. After hundreds of years he had lost the ability to feel. !"erybody was born, li"ed their life, howe"er long they were supposed to, and then they died. #t was not rocet science.Feeling ready to burst out of his sin, $aimhin sho"ed the list across the wide wooden des and too an agitated loo around the room. %A id&' He e(claimed.His manager looed bac at him, where he was seated at the top end of the long table. )he large windows behind him, with a "iew of endless clouds silhouetted him, turning his manager into a dar looming shadow. $aimhin could not see his e(pression, but he heard from his tone that he was amused. %)oo good for you, $aimhin*'%# ha"e ne"er had to do this before. A baby* +eally*'$aimhin heard iolet smir, where she sat ne(t to him. He swi"eled the leather chair and faced her. %-hat*' He was feeling tense. He was not sure if he would be able to go out today and to collect a baby. A baby, for crying out loud. A baby who has not yet had the chance to li"e a full life. $id somebody higher up the chain of command mae a mistae of sending this soul bac to earth, and now they had to pull the product/ because of some production error.$aimhin felt as if the walls were closing in on him.)he other guardians stood up from their chairs and then in groups of two or three/s they left the room. !ach one of them taing their own list with them.iolet touched him lightly on his arm.%-hat*'%0o need to be rude with me, $aimhin. -e ha"e all had to collect babies from time to time.'His edginess increased tenfold, dri"ing him to his feet. He e(pected this morning/s meeting to be the same as e"ery other morning 1 get his list and do his 2ob. A 2ob he ne"er chose to do, but had no choice in doing because of the choices he made a long time ago when he was also one of the li"ing.His manager looed across the table at $aimhin. $aimhin saw a glint of light in his eyes 1 amusement mi(ed with boredom. $aimhin saw a flash of a smir on his darly shadowed face.$aimhin had no choice. He leaned across the table and pulled the list, printed on parchment paper, names written with a fountain pen in an elaborate cursi"e, across the glossy surface.-ith a 3uic defiant glance toward his manager, he folded the list in four 3uarters and pushed it into his denim pants pocet.iolet followed him from the room. %# can go with you for this one.'
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