She hadn’t planned to show herself.
His lungs were filling with water—she panicked, materializing and assuring him she would always protect him.
It was a mistake. He spent the next year performing stupid stunts.
“Check it out,” he shouted, jumping off the bridge. “I’ve got a guardian angel! I can’t die!”
His angel appeared, much clearer than she had the first time.
“You’re looking haggard,” he chuckled and rubbed the back of his head. His hand was wet. Glaring at her, he brought his fingers to his face. Blood. “What the hell?”
“I’m sorry,” she smiled. “Good luck.”
December 10 Prompt: Angels (Write a story that features an angel)
Flash Fiction Challenge over at Carrot Ranch