Unorthodox Angel


Livvy felt her feet slip, then her hand burn as the rope slid across her palm. She felt her flashlight tumble from her hand and foolishly watched as it fell down below her onto the forest floor. She had a momentary thought that she would probably land on it when her hand gave out. She fingers tried to grip but the rope was too hard to feel with cold fingers, she closed her eyes and prepared herself for, at the very least, a broken leg.

Just as her hand lost purchase she felt something warm grab hold of her wrist. She looked up into the face of an angel. She almost snorted out loud. “The face of an angel” really?

but, it was kinda true that Seth, at that moment, kinda did look like an angel of sorts. His head framed by the pen flashlight he held between his teeth. His wild tumble of blonde curls bouncing as he lay on his belly reaching below the tree-house floor holding Livvy like his life depended on it. “It’s ok Livvy” he grunted “I won’t let go.” So, yeah, a little bit like an angel just now..

Livvy privately put that thought away, there was nooo way she was ever admitting that thought had ever occurred. Seth was just, Seth after all! She wasn’t the romantic sort, and wasn’t about to start mooning over the guy who devoured sandwiches and sometimes forgot to close his mouth while doing so.

He grunted again and it was so non-romantic that it helped her reorient herself, he slid back until her upper body was propped against the floor and only her feet dangled down below. He would probably have pulled her all the way in, but the tree-house was only so big. He was practically leaning out the other side now.

“Smooth move! Dopey! Next time put the flashlight away before climbing the really slippery rope up the big tree ok!”  Livvy smiled slightly, Seth, angel-like? Yeah, right!

 

 

 

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