Angels
It was a cold morning. You could barely even call it a morning since it was still dark when the alarm rang and Ellen kicked the coverings away. She sprang up immediately, feeling new energy in her bones like never before - which for her was rather unusual. She wondered how long that would last. She stepped towards the drapes to pull them away. Yeah, it was still dark, however what really is beautiful today, she thought, was the slow falling snow she could see illuminated in the street lights. She loved snow, it was her favorite, even though usually when it finally arrived, there was little sun. Her stomach grumbled some so she went straight to the tiny area in her studio apartment that served as a kitchen and switched on the cooking plate. She sifted through the desolate wreckage that was in the sink for a frying pan. The nasty leftovers that were sort of floating, sort of sticking to the sides did little to enc...