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[[Note: James is my character. He writes in navy. Davice will write in steelblue. Thoughts go in italics and single quotes ('text'), and I will write in the third person.]]


James wandered around the park. He had not had a good day. Things at work had gone badly, his girlfriend was on the verge of breaking up with him, his mother's treatment wasn't turning out well...it had not been good. He had a feeling his landlord would be there when he got back to his apartment, so he sat down and dawdled under the trees.

Waking up half an hour later, he realized he was almost late for a meeting. Damn. Getting up and brushing himself off, he turned toward the park entrance. Something was different than it was half an hour before. James looked up. The sky had been nasty, stubborn, dark, cloudy: the kind of clouds that appear right before it starts downpouring, but that never actually rain. Now, the sky was still cloudy, but clearer, and the clouds were white, and and they were moving. In and of itself this was not odd, but there was no wind; the flags on top of the skyscrapers--the ones in the clouds--were not even twitching. The clouds were moving fairly quickly, and there was something else...

They weren't all moving in the same direction.

If James had been in a better mood, he would have thought they looked...joyful. As it was, he couldn't help but get the impression of a dance.

Dismissing the clouds as yet another odd occurence, James continued on to his apartment building. Outside on the stone banister going up the stairs sat what appeared to be a small child. Once again, not that unusual an occurence, even on a school day. As he drew closer, though, the child started to look...odd. His shirt had holes in the shoulders, and his red-brown hair looked to hang unnaturally far down for a child of his age.

As James drew within a few feet of the staircase, the child spoke up. "Hi!" He seemed rather cheerful.

"Hello." James wasn't in the mood for children, and tried to continue up the steps.

"My name's Davice! What's yours?" James stopped and sighed. While he really didn't want to talk to the child, he wanted even less to face his landlord and then go off to his meeting, so he decided to talk a bit to the child.

"I'm James."

"Hi James! Can you come and play with me?"

There really was something odd about this kid. His eyes were an unnatural shade of blue: it was too vibrant to be real. And, taking a closer look at his hair, James noticed that it actually ended around his shoulders. 'Where is that hair around his butt coming from?'

"I can't right now. Where do you live, Davice?" Perhaps James could find out why this kid was so weird...and why he couldn't seem to let him be. Something about Davice drew James to him.

Davice gave a big smile and pointed up. "I came from up there to be friends with you!"

James looked up. There were a few tall buildings around, but his apartment building was only a few stories tall, and Davice was pointing straight up, instead of at one of the floors. "From where?"

"From up there! I'm an angel, silly!"


To be continued...