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Sister Angels by Caroline Tiss

 

Sister Angels

The sisters, Sharon Kaye, Mariah Kaye, and Juliana Kaye were all born with small tattered wings.  As the girls grew their wings grew bent and broken, the sisters were all extremely beautiful. All three of the girls grew scarlet hair that grew down to their waists. They were very tall and slender and had bright beautiful eyes. They were very gentle in their movements and in the way they touched the world.

The wings they grew were always hidden beneath their dresses and blouses and their hair guised their wings of mangled black and grey feathers. The wings of the Kaye sisters were black and blue at their root which sprouted from their backs.

The sisters all slept in the same room and it had a large beautiful skylight where the stars would shine down into the Kaye sisters bedroom. Sometimes when it was late at night Juliana would see Sharon cry. When Sharon would cry Juliana said that her wings would expand and shine a small golden glow with every sigh.

Sharon was the quietest of the sisters and she was the middle daughter. Mariah Kaye was the oldest and Juliana Kaye was the youngest. Everything they enjoyed doing they did together. They all loved to go down to their familiar river and sing and dance by the water. They did this all in seclusion, no one should see their wings as was taught by their adoptive mother Linda Reed. 

The girls did not think about how beautiful or lucky they were to have been born with angel blood. They were always taught that they needed to act more human and deny their unique qualities. The Kaye sisters wanted to be like everyone else so bad. No matter how much they tried they never felt like they could fit in. They were too tall and they hummed quietly when they were in a classroom. It was like a beautiful humming of a cello, however some of their classmates found it “off-putting” growing up.  

Never the less the Kaye sisters went on to become beautiful women. They disguised their gifts and wings. When they laid with human men they saw it as a deformity. They refrained from letting men’s eyes meet their own. They shuttered away like a frightened sparrows. How could they expect the men in their life to ever truly see them for their beauty? When they held their bodies they nearly crushed them with their needy hands.

Sharon weaved and made cloth from linen thread. She would do it at sunrise when no one was awake. Melodies drifted off of the hills and Sharon weaved her fabric on, and on, and on. And Juliana played the harp. Juliana created melodies from the musings of her mind and wove them into music notes and chords on the instrument. Mariah Kaye adored swimming in the river and dancing under the moonlight. She tried to stay out of the way of the human world. At times she would sing when it was silent in the forest around a circle of stones.

Angelic they were. Every one of the Kaye angel sisters were some of the most beautiful women to walk the earth. However, when they were asked who they were they would let the individual decide for themselves and never made any judgments as to people’s assumptions about them. They would simply go along their way. When they would socialize with other human women they would get snickers and cautious looks due to the bulging wings in the back of their blouses. They usually wore jackets that went down to their ankles.

Angels are not always recognized. Especially ones that roam the earth, but they will always be recognized by the universe in one way or another.

 

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