Heaven Ain't Close: Urban Fantasy

Heaven ain't close in a place like this, which explains why I was so shocked to see an angel walk through the door. Part of it was the place, part of it was the walking. Angels generally don't like to walk. They think it lowers the image, prefer to hover after they float down from the sky. They don't generally walk into my bar, either. I quickly bent down and picked up a bottle of virgin's tears from under the bar. Water isn't so good for the paras, you see. Something about unpredictable effects from the pesticides, hormones, and medications that we flood into our water supply (and then wonder why we're all dying of cancer). Virgin tears, shed in joy, seemed to me like the closest thing I might have to a decent drink for an angel.


Inspiration: "Somebody Told Me" - The Killers
Story potential: Low.
Notes: I realized that I don't want to write angels like this. If I ever do write angels--they seem to pop up in urban fantasy a fair bit--I want them to be a good bit more Old Testament awesome crossed with the ineffability of God.