Angels of Hope Part 4

[The Way of the Eternal Dove]

Jael at the Fair



Jael looked at the clown’s heads turning from side to side. She put in the white ball, hoped for the best, and watched it land on number one. She closed her eyes then, just as an act of faith, and slowly put the other balls in. She opened her eyes, saw them all at number one, and smiled. ‘What is your prize? Choose whatever you want,’ said the man.

Jael smiled at him, and walked on, further into the Fair.



Jael looked at Gabriel, sitting near the small pond. She smiled at him. ‘How is Raphael, brother? Is he well?’

‘Yes. But he has a problem. He is jealous of Satan. Very jealous.’

‘Why would he be jealous of Satan?’

‘God has promised him rulership of the Realm for one million years because of Raphael’s arrogance towards him. Right at the end of his punishment. And Gabriel is most upset.’

‘Oh. Well, that’s life isn’t it. He probably should have learned his lessons from youth a little better, I guess. Don’t you think?’

Gabriel looked at her, puzzled on that, and slowly nodded.



Jael walked on further. Melanie and Daniel were sitting on a bench, hands held. Jael smiled softly to herself. Daniel had finally found a nice girl. Good for him.



Jael sat at the green grass at the edge of the fair, looking over the meadow. God is good. God is nice. God is kind. God is forgiving. God is graceful. God is merciful. God is love. And God is God. And that is good.



THE END











Angels of Hope



After the Fair



Jael slowly walked along the beach, quiet of heart, quiet of soul, quiet of mind. The fair for that year had come and gone, and here she was again, walking the few miles along the long and white, sandy beach, headed to her abode atop the cliffs at the far end of ‘Summervale’. So old now. So old. They had reached a ‘Googol’ years in their eternal home and it seemed to have been celebrated with a simple ‘This is life’ attitude. Which indeed was all it was in the end – just life.



Satan, now reborn after being dead to them for so long, was still finding his own way. Still challenging. Still adversarial. But now it was Raphael who opposed him, seeming to be finding his way into Gabriel’s own shoes, as if he expected to be the next ruler in the realm. But Raphael had a good heart – she trusted he knew what he was doing.



But, they were family in the end. All of them. The oldest of the angels of God all living in ‘Summervale’ – a beautiful and charming city, alongside a beautiful and charming shore line, in the heart of heaven. These days were warm and lazy. Long walks and long talks after dark, in a hazy world of bliss and peace. She’d had many lovers in her time here, but no permanent mate. It seemed she didn’t need that as much as she once suspected she might. Just a love from time to time to shake away the blues of loneliness - but then replaced by her solitary sojourn, gazing over the sparkling ocean every morning, eating her bacon and eggs, drinking her orange juice, lost in the love of God in this eternal dream of glory. What more could she really ask for?



She walked, peace in the very centre of her being, thinking over Gabriel’s parting words at the fair. ‘Methinks Gabriel is a wise angel. No, I know I am. So in that wisdom I will say that Satan must also express his heart, and we need worry not for his time of great adversarial adventure is truly something of the distant past. But we face an unknown future, dear Jael, and I question and wonder wether this hazy glory will in fact go on into perpetuity. For I sense, perhaps in shadows of distant past already once realized, that we are yet to be again, in another distant world, in another hazy time of dreaming.’ And he said no more.



Strange words. Strange ideas. Such a strange fate.



Yet, whatever would be would be, and for Jael, angel of God, she knew that in trusting the eternal glory of Father’s grand design, she would have perfect peace and consolation. And no more could she ask her eternal father than the glory of that simple truth. No more could she ask for than that.



And, running down to the water, feeling the cold, she ran home, suddenly happy of heart, looking forward ever so to the glorious new days of life her eternal creator blessed her with.





THE END









Angels of Hope



Life in Summervale



Jael walked along the beach from her home atop the cliffs at the end of Summervale drive, happily charting her way into town. Well, not a town exactly, as Summervale housed over a Trillion souls, a vast city in the heart of the realm of the heavenlies, along the central ocean of heaven, the vast ‘Inner Sea’. Heaven was known by many names to the Angels of Hope – the Realm of Eternity, or occasionally called the Realm of Infinity or the Splendid Realm of Glory but, mostly, just plain old heaven. Whatever else, it was were the angels and human children of God all lived, the humans coming there after their earthly sojourn. Earth had been created so long ago now, but heaven was even older still, and the firstborn of heaven, Gabriel, remembered back to a time in the dim and distant past when he trod the shores of heaven, fishing, hunting, playing and sleeping, soon to be blessed with his twin sister Aquariel’s presence, and then the other Angels of God. That was so long ago, Gabriel told every new arrival, and the memories were etched upon his heart with fondness and remembrance which grew deeper and more melancholic as the years and centuries passed on by. But that was life, Gabriel told everyone, and seemingly always would be the case.



Jael herself was ancient also, amongst the firstborn children. And in the long life she had been blessed with, like Gabriel she looked back with fond and sometimes sad memories of all that she had lived through in her long, eventful life.



Today she had a shopping bag, for she went in shopping in Summervale every other day, usually walking in to enjoy the beach front. There was a road into Summervale from her place atop the cliffs, but she did not drive into town very often. She was a natural, earthy type of person. Mechanical objects, while definitely serving a purpose, were still in some way not the way of life which Jael felt most naturally attuned to. A horse and carriage – now that was traditional, and that she could cope with all day long. Yet the mechanical beast of a car, with all its complex instruments – well even after all these millions of years it had still to capture her infatuations.



She continued along the mile long stretch and, soon, coming up to the walkpath, she came to the familiar entrance she used, and made her way over to the nearby mall which she most often visited.



* * * * *



It was Jake again. Again he was there, in the same seat even, and as much as she tried to tell herself it was just a coincidence, she somehow knew in her heart that he had been waiting for her. He waved, she got the point, and came over, sat down, and smiled warmly at him.



They drank juice, had some tacos, and chatted about this and that. He was human, but relations between humans and angels were very common. She knew, after a while, that he had indeed been waiting for her, because he confessed as such. And then, quite boldly, he stated his affections towards her and that he would like to spend time getting to know her.



She had been without a man for a while, and not known one in that time. Jake, though, seemed the genuine article. He seemed as if all he was representing about himself was genuinely the case, and, perhaps the deciding factor, he was extremely warm and friendly. Yes. Yes, she would entertain his company. It would make a change, and give her some good company for however long it turned out to be.



* * * * *



They sat on the veranda of her home, gazing out at the ocean. It was twilight, and the sky was a friendly, but rare green. It was haunting, and Jake had made lovely comments on the beauty of the sky. She was resting against him, taken with him now. It had been a week, and he had moved into the spare room just two nights ago. She’d seen no reason to refuse him, despite the short time they had really known each other. But he had been nothing but sincere, and his presence was welcoming. He loved her, now, and she knew it to be true. He followed her around, without trying to be too obvious about it. And he was always caressing her head with his hand, touching her gently, showing his sincerity. It was strange – she had never known such affections from a human – but it was in no way off-putting. In fact, quite the opposite. She did not know were it would go, this relationship, but at this moment she didn’t mind. Whatever would come of the love of Jake, well, perhaps God himself was mastermind behind this little romance. But she would not complain, she would open her heart, and see what destiny had in store for her. Whatever else it would give happy entertainment to a life which, perhaps, had just drifted into something of a hidden place, away from others. If it was meant to be, well she would find out in time. But for now she would enjoy his company, and be at peace with the new heart life had brought to her. And, of course, her bedroom life was likely to improve. And that was always a plus. Always a plus indeed.





THE END











Angels of Hope



Ménage a Trois



WARNING: CONTAINS EROTIC LANGUAGE – NOT SUITABLE FOR MINORS



‘This, Gloryel, is Jake.’

Gloryel took Jake’s hand, shook it, and noticed the way he looked her in the eye. An instant attraction. She looked guiltily at Jael, but she didn’t seem to notice, so she said nothing.



It was later on, they had been playing twister, and Jake had suggested they try nude twister jokingly. And then Gloryel had said ‘I’m up for it.’ Jael had looked at Gloryel, not sure what to make of that, but decided why not.



They giggled a lot, and after a while Jake’s manhood, which was standing at attention, seemed to always make it in front of Gloryel and Jael’s faces. And then Gloryel, her face right in front of Jael’s, suddenly had Jake’s glory right between them. And Gloryel smiled her wicked little smile, which Jael knew all too well in her older sister, and opened her mouth and took his phallus into her. Jael looked a little miffed, but decided it really was about time her and Jake got serious, so she helped lay Jake down on his back, and both sisters got to work with their tongues on his hard member.



It didn’t take long, and Gloryel was sitting on his face, Jake lapping at her femininity, when he shot his creamy load onto both of their faces. They both took their fingers, sucked the stuff onto their tongues and Gloryel, always being cheeky, suddenly lunged at Jael and pashed her, the two of them tasting creamy cum in each other’s mouth.



They fucked Jake hard that night, and the ménage a trios continued for many months, Gloryel staying with Jael for quite a while, before one day sighing saying she wanted to get back home.



When she had said her farewells and left the two of them, Jael just gave Jake a furious shake of the head, said ‘I hope you are happy,’ and stormed out the room. They didn’t sleep with each other for a month, but she finally forgave him, and they were an item again.



But she knew he emailed Gloryel regularly, and while she knew she shouldn’t be jealous, she was. Yet what else could the heart of Jael possibly be?





THE END













Angels of Hope



Lightning Strikes Twice



Lightning striking once is a rare enough phenomenon – that is, when it happens to you. But striking twice is enough to die for.



But Daniel didn’t care. Being struck by ‘Gloryel’, in all her majestic wrath, the goddess of thunder and lightning, didn’t upset him. Life went on, even with singed hair.



Daniel was a regular schmo – citizen of planet earth in the year 31,235 SC. A happy and thriving planet, interacting with the galactic human civilization, usually in a leading role. He was an earther – born here – very lucky by galactic standards, as earthers always received a lot of attention when travelling galactically. Every one wanted to know about homeworld, after all.



Daniel, that night, feeling better about having been struck by lightning that afternoon, was shocked when an ethereal looking spirit entered his room, talking with him, claiming to be the angel ‘Gloryel’ – goddess of Thunder and Lightning.



‘We are disappointed in you, Daniel. You are hardly acting angelic.’



‘Huh,’ said the bemused Daniel. ‘What… what the fuck are you?’



‘I am the angel Gloryel from heaven. Isn’t that obvious? I struck you with lightning to remind you of the mission you have here on earth. The sanctification of the human race, remember?’



‘You are kidding, aren’t you,’ responded Daniel. ‘Sanctification my butt. Who gives a fuck about religion.’



‘As I recall, your particular boast was that you would win more souls than even Moses. You haven’t even begun a ministry. Leaving it a little late aren’t you?’



‘Moses? You mean the Jewish nutter from years ago? Hell, why is he on your mind? Nobody I know gives a damn about Judaism. We’re into Astrology these days. Judaism is grandma’s religion. Fuck, I know over in Europe they still keep the old faith, but in Australia we never really liked it. Astrology – that is what we are into.’



‘Mmm. Yes, you are aren’t you? You don’t really seem to have much faith in God, do you?’



‘God? Does he really exist?’



‘Well I am here, aren’t I?’



‘I suppose you are. Well, what is my ministry, then? Should I be Jewish or something?’



‘No. Not Jewish. Noahide.’



‘Noahide? What does that mean?’



‘Descendant of Noah. Promote that. Get a move on. Your English speaking nations have had Noahide faith reserved for them – from ancient days. It is about time you got around to it.’



‘And my reward?’



‘You’ll see. Now get to it and go study. You have work to do.’







Later on that year Daniel had been studying at the Canberra synagogue, learning all about Karaite Noahide faith. There were a tiny smattering of them worldwide – a few hundred, and they weren’t anticipating any real growth, or really looking for it. Supposedly, from what the angel said, that was his job.



He started slowly, talking with people about his newfound faith and his divine commission from the angel Gloryel. And while he found resistance somewhat, after a time people began listening.



I guess this is what I am here for, he concluded after a while, and took to his task.



Eventually he found an ancient manuscript – the Gospel of Jesus of Nazareth – who was an ancient Jewish teacher of spiritual principles. He had attracted a following, but his movement had apparently only lasted a few decades according to the Jewish Encyclopaedia, before disappearing. Daniel decided to incorporate the tiny manuscript also into his teaching, as well as some of the other Jewish teachers of spirituality. Later he found another manuscript in a Yeshiva – the New Testament and a few books on Christianity. In fact, it had thrived. It had thrived for well over 2000 years and been huge, with Christian Churches everywhere, but had gradually fallen away with the coming of a Jewish Messianic figure. He had persuaded the Christians that Jesus was not the Messiah and they had abandoned the religion then. And then, apparently, the Rabbis had seen to it that knowledge of the Christian faith be destroyed in history. When the Christian era had ended, various Jewish denominations had spent around 5000 years locating all the old manuscripts and teachings on Christianity and destroying them – wiping the faith out of history. God’s true Messiah would not tolerate a rival.



So, initially, thinking that the supposed ‘Kosher’ Christian teaching which was found in various Jewish Yeshiva’s might be ok, he allowed it into the ‘Assembly of the Divine Creator’ and ‘Haven Noahide Fellowship’ which were the two official Karaite Noahide Assemblies still surviving worldwide – formed way back in the early times by another Daniel Daly. Very ironic, Daniel thought. Daniel then studied the faith for about 5 years, had risen to become pastor of the tiny assembly in Canberra and, the members agreeing that if he wanted to make something of the faith then ‘Why the hell not’ appointed him as the unofficial head of Karaite Noahide faith worldwide. They had a few Google groups and message boards they communicated on and, readily enough, Daniel seemed fine to lead them on an evangelistic crusade. ‘Really, we didn’t give much of a damn, Daniel,’ one of the members had said. ‘Usually people find this faith if it suits them. There is sweet fuck all you are supposed to do, mate. Just BEING is about it. Some of us in Australia still like Judaism a bit, but the Karaite Noahide thing works for us. I mean, sure, if you want to make something of it, feel free. We don’t really mind. But you don’t have to mate. It don’t require it.’ So Daniel, realizing that you could promote the hell out of this faith, or ignore it entirely, took to Gloryel’s commission and began his work.



And then he died, content, full of age, and Haven Noahide Fellowship had been established, as well as ‘Assembly of the Divine Creator’, into growing assemblies amongst the nations of the English speaking world.



When he got to heaven, he found Gloryel waiting for him in a large field.



‘Now listen, dear twin brother of mine. Your memories will slowly come back, and God is pleased with your effort on earth.’



‘What now?’



‘Back to the ways of eternity. You know, life in general. This, that, a bit of the other. Nothing too spectacular, apart from a happy and gentle flow in the spirit.’



‘And all my work? What had been the point?’



‘To groom souls for eternity.’



‘I see.’



‘Oh, you did a good job. So, come with me. We’ll go to Joniquay and you can live with me again. Your attitude has certainly improved since last time.’



‘Last time?’



‘You’ll find out on that soon enough.’



‘Oh.’



The End







Angels of Hope



The Dark Side of Gloryel





‘Gloryel. There’s an angel.’

‘So you like her, Daniel?’ inquired Klaudiel.

‘I should. I married her once.’

‘What happened?’

‘I saw her dark side. It scared me. She can do dark things, and not care. She can be a bitch, if she wants, and not give a damn. She can be really scary.’

‘Does she have a good side?’

‘Sure does, Klaudiel. She shows that to everyone. And, in truth, most of the time she’s an absolute gem. But, well, let me tell you this story. We were married for about 100 years, doing the things happy people who are devoted couples do, going places, kissing in public, making love in parks in the shrubberies and all sorts of things. Well, I flirted with a girl – she was young – only a few thousand. I got home that night and, on my dinner plate, seven fat slugs. I asked her ‘What is this?’ and she said ‘Why dinner my faithful husband.’ Fuck she was cold for a few months. And, another time, I forgot to mention her in a thank you speech at an organisation I was receiving an award from and, later that night, feeling good about everything she said, ‘well, thanks for thanking me, hubbie. Oh, I will be away for a while. Perhaps a decade.’

‘And was she?’

‘Two. 23 years, and she finally shows up again.’

‘Well, what you are telling me is when you fuck up she really has a dark side.’

‘Pretty much.’

‘So it’s your fault.’



Daniel stopped drinking his coke, looked at Klaudiel from across the table and said ‘Well I guess fucking so.’

‘Yes,’ she responded. ‘I guess so.’



* * *



Gloryel was back in town. She had decided to catch up with old Daniel, one of her flames from millennia ago. See how he was doing. She caught the bus from ‘Joniquay’ central station, made it to the outer suburb of ‘Campbelltown’ and, finding the old home were they shared a life, she knocked on the door. A lady answered. ‘Ah, is Daniel home?’

‘Uh, you know him?’ responded Klaudiel.

‘Yes. We were married once. I lived here with him.’

Klaudiel looked closely at the angel. ‘You’re not Gloryel are you?’

‘Why, yes. Yes I am.’

‘Oh. We were talking about you last week at a lunch date. Come in.’

Klaudiel invited her inside and they came to the loungeroom. ‘Please sit here. I will get Daniel. He’s out back.’

Gloryel sat down and looked around. The place was much the same. The same collection of clocks appeared to be on the walls, and the same bookcases – collectable ones they had bought together – were against the wall. Other things had changed somewhat, but still the same Daniel style.



Daniel came in suddenly, followed by Klaudiel.

‘Fuck. Gloryel,’ he said. ‘Darling.’

He came over, and she stood, and he kissed her on the cheek.

They sat and she looked at Daniel sitting next to Klaudiel, and then looked around the room.

‘Things seem similar,’ she put in.

‘Uh, yes,’ responded Daniel. ‘The more things change the more they stay the same.’

Gloryel nodded. ‘Mmmm. Yes.’ She looked at Klaudiel with an inquiring look on her face.

‘Oh,’ began Daniel. ‘This is Klaudiel. Uh, my girlfriend.’

Gloryel nodded. ‘You aren’t married? Single?’

‘Uh, yes. I have only married once since we were together. An Asian lady. It lasted about a decade, but we weren’t that compatible in the end. Mainly lust to start with. We both thought it would be good to get together to see how things worked out, but they didn’t. It was amicable enough, but she had different interests in the end, and wanted to go off to the far reaches of the heavenlies. There was nothing for a while, and then about a decade ago I met Klaudiel. We have been together ever since.’

Gloryel nodded.

‘I was married to him,’ said Gloryel to Klaudiel. We were together for a long time. A very long time.’

‘Yes. I know,’ responded Klaudiel. She looked at them both, realized they would probably like to chat, and said ‘Well. I will get us some tea and bikkies. I’ll take my time, so about 10 minutes?’

‘Sure,’ said Daniel, staring at Gloryel.

Klaudiel looked at Gloryel and then at Daniel and said. ‘Ok. See you shortly,’ and left the room.



With Klaudiel gone, Daniel stared at Gloryel. His heart had been thundering. They never quite separated with him not liking her. In fact, in truth, his heart had broken, even though he agreed that they should separate. There had been problems for a while. Jealousies – resentments – arguments. But he remembered, in truth, they never stopped loving each other. They never stopped doing that.



‘What. What brings you here, Gloryel?’

‘Oh. I have moved back to Joniquay.’

‘Why?’

‘A home. A permanent home. It never ends. Out there, I mean. God goes on expanding the heavens with all the new people. Forever he’ll be doing it, they say.’

‘Yes. That is apparently the case. Gabriel usually affirms this on the broadcasts – the heaven’s to go on forever.’

‘Yes.’ Nodded Gloryel. She went silent for a few moments.



‘It’s because of that. It’s because it will never end. One day. Well, one day you could get lost, in a sense. Out near the rim. Trillions, maybe quadrillions of miles from the centre. From the old home for someone like me.’

‘Yes. I’d imagine that possible,’ responded Daniel.

Gloryel looked at him straightly. ‘So what am I going to do? Run forever? Move on forever? Never settle?’

‘But why Joniquay?’ he pressed her.

‘Because if I can’t settle were I was born, how can I settle anywhere? How can I dig into the roots of the eternal anywhere? If not here, I will travel forever. And I don’t want to do that. I can’t do that.’

‘I see,’ responded Daniel, looking at her.



They sat in silent for a few minutes as she looked around the room and Daniel stared at her.



‘The population will settle in the end. That is what they say. At the end of things. Ultimately, with the population going outwards forever, they can’t all travel here. People will have to stay put. Too much traffic, otherwise. It becomes impossible to move otherwise,’ stated Daniel.

‘Basically, yes,’ agreed Gloryel. ‘The reality of the constrictions of being alive on a giant plane of heaven. We have to settle, eventually, or travel forever.’

Daniel nodded. That was life. You had to make a home.



‘You will want someone, though. A partner. A family. You’ll have to afford a permanent home. Eventually they will stop selling. People will no longer move. You’ll have to make sure of that.’

‘I know,’ she responded. ‘I still have time.’

‘Yes,’ he agreed.



‘But only so much, sis. Perhaps 20 to 30 thousand more years for Joniquay. People hardly sell up here anymore anyway. Finding a place is impossible. Out of a city of trillions of homes, you see about a dozen listings a year. Hardly anything. Eventually, as you say, it will stop. I mean, there is this one place, not far from here. It is listed at the moment. They want an awful lot for it, and there a few offers. You could probably afford it though.’



She looked at him and nodded. ‘How far?’

‘Uh, next suburb, actually. Really, I had been thinking about it. Very strongly. Costs about half my savings, and that is saying something. But I have been thinking about it.’

‘You are probably one of the few who can afford it, brother.’

‘Possibly.’ He looked at her. He looked at her, and looked into his heart, and knew what he wanted. ‘’I’ll buy it for you. I don’t mind. It’s only money, in the end. It comes back to us in time.’

She looked at him. She could probably afford the place, if she had to. She had a lot too. She knew, though, Daniel would not mind. That he would never mind.

‘Can I look at it?’

Daniel looked up at the wall at one of the clocks. It was early in the day. The place would likely be available for viewing. He stood, walked to the PC, brought up the webnet, found the place and the phone number and picked up his mobile, dialling. A voice answered, said it was ok and they would meet him there.

‘We’ll go now,’ he said. ‘I’ll let Klaudiel know.’

Gloryel looked at him, smiled warmly and thankfully. ‘Thank you Daniel. You are very gracious.’



* * * * *



The place was of moderate size, for the suburb. 4 bedrooms, one large master bed and 3 standard size smaller ones. A good size backyard and kitchen, bathroom, separate toilet, lounge room, living room, a central hallway and laundry. It had zoning permission for alteration of the house to a triple story as well. It could be expanded.



Gloryel looked all around, with Daniel waiting at the front door with the agent. She finally came down, looked at him and nodded. ‘It’s fine. Good location. It will do.’

‘You could be here forever?’ he said.

‘I know,’ she said.

Daniel looked at the agent and handed him a Debit Card.

The agent smiled. ‘So, there is enough for the entire amount? I mean, you don’t need a loan or anything?’

‘Swipe the card,’ said Daniel. The agent did, pushed the buttons, spent a while typing in the full amount of the house and waited. ‘Transfer approved’ came onto his little credit card reader. The agent opened his briefcase, pulled out the title deed and the standard contract. Daniel signed. ‘Now, you will have to lodge the deed with a local solicitor. The law requires that. He will check to see we have done the registration of the new owner. There is nothing more to it than that. The house is yours. Here’s the key,’ he said, handing Daniel the key.

Daniel looked at the key momentarily and turned to Gloryel. ‘Your’s,’ he said, handing it to her. She smiled. She was home.



* * *



Daniel was at Gloryel’s – at a lunch on Saturday – chatting. Klaudiel had left him recently. Just a few weeks after Gloryel arriving. She had said ‘Well, it is time for me to move on, Danny. I liked you. There are other fish in the sea, though.’ Daniel had been shocked but, as she walked out the door she had said one thing. ‘I am sure you and Gloryel will make good friends. Possibly a good couple,’ and then he had known the reason why.









‘My dark side, Daniel dearest, is not as dark as you think. It is a woman’s scorn. It is perfectly natural.’

‘Then why did we part?’

‘We just needed time,’ she responded, looking at him sincerely. Daniel looked at her and thought, really, that was possibly true. Perhaps he just needed a lot of time to adjust to Gloryel and her ways. Perhaps that was all it had ever been.’



Gloryel looked at him and, although they had never said it, spoke it anyway. ‘Well, if we marry again, we will live at your place. But I will have one more child, and the child can live here with his or her partner. Is that agreed?’

Daniel took that soberly. ‘We have enough room at home for one other couple. Perhaps another child with a partner.’

Gloryel looked at him for a moment, and then nodded. ‘Alright. I don’t mind sharing with a child. But the other guest room stays that – a guest room.’

Daniel agreed.







6 months later they married. A lot of old friends showed up, including Gabriel, their oldest brother. It was quite a lavish affair, and Daniel went all out, spending a small fortune. He could afford it.



They were good together then. Very good. They never parted for the remainder of eternity. There was no point. They had been to the end of every other issue. Sometimes marriages were eternal.



2 children – one boy and one girl. The girl ended up marrying first, but decided to live with them. She gave away the idea of children. There would be no more room in Joniquay. When her eggs ran out, she didn’t pray for replenishment. Her mum and dad were enough for her. Her brother married eventually, moved into Gloryel’s home, and had 1 child. The child eventually found her partner, and stayed at home. She made the same decision as her aunt and when the eggs were gone did not pray for replenishment. They stayed together, a happy family, forever after.



The End









Angels of Hope



A Day of Fantasy





Gloryel was in a good mood. She was having a happy day, a day of love, a day of joy, a day of fantasy.



And then Daniel walked in, covered in shit, and she smiled.



‘There goes the weekend,’ she sighed.



The End