Disappearing Angel

It is a risky romantic gamble to get together with someone who has been a friend for years…but then again, sometimes the circumstances are such that suddenly you find yourself exchanging luscious kisses and the romance roulette wheel is spinning….

Before I first met Douglas I was told he was an Angel. Looked like an Angel… My painting instructor had him in her class and she was giving me a ride to college and as we got close beside the art museum, without taking her hands off the wheel of the car she nodded toward the tall, slender, very blond youth striding in the same direction we were going…. His long, light hair flared out at the sides of his head in the breeze like small golden wings…. He did look like an Angel crossed with a tall, skinny child who had stretched out and up into a cute, young art student…with pale blue eyes and an easy flickering smile…. His temperament was calm and implacable, quietly determined, with a bit of mischief sparkling at the edges of his eyes and in his dimples when he smiled….