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"The Miracles of LaGuardia Airport by Caitlin Campbell is Simply A Delight!

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"The angel perfected Its form in an out-of-order ladies' room. Busty, very busty--It sensed that George adored a good rack. Wide-hipped, broad-shouldered. About forty pounds overweight, which made It petite relative to George. Beautiful red lipstick on big, voluptuous lips. Long, red hair that tumbled down in luxurious curls. Studying Itself in the mirror, the angel worried that It was too attractive--George had to believe he stood a chance with the woman. It tangled Its hair and added a stain to Its white blouse and a greasy sheen to Its forehead and nose.
"The angel next arranged that Gat 5, where George was waiting, become more fragrant, more peaceful, altogether more pleasant than any other gate. Soon all the seats were full except for the one next to George, which looked alternately rickety, torn, and covered with sticky soda until the angel sat down there. It glanced over George's shoulder. He was reading a sword and sorcery pulp novel with a sexy princess on the cover...
~~~
"The angel wasn't sure how this next part would work. Although It often took human form in the course of Its duties. It had never seduced anyone before. After a little digging through George's mind, It found what It was looking for and began to hum a tune.
"It took a few bars for George's neck to go stiff and his cheeks to turn red and another few before he spoke to the angel. "Is that 'Summertime'?" he asked gruffly.
"It sure is," the angel said, loosing an amber-hued laugh. "Not exactly right for this weather, I guess. Betcha all this snow is what got me started on wishful thinking."
"My mother used to sing me to sleep with that song," he said...
~~~

The Miracles of LaGuardia Airport (Delta Terminal)
By Caitlin Campbell
For we humans, I think we all have a little bit of both good and bad in us; however, when I met the Angel of Delta Terminal, I was instantly enthralled...

An angel is assigned to airports to help ensure that flyers are safe and to hopefully meet any special needs... In these days, we probably need to "call 10,000 angels" to prevent today's type of criminal actions! Still, it was fun to see what the angel did do to help...

But it started to get funny fast as it was easy to see that this angel had been around and was quick to make decisions about the one blessing each day she was to give. For instance, she briefly considered a young woman, but when she failed to wash her hands after using the bathroom...she was bypassed! Then there was the pilot who the "angel admired in a not entirely asexual way..."

"...Saint Christopher strolling around, evaluating the terminal. Saint Christopher
getting seated at the departures sports bar and ordering without looking at the
menu. The angel waited a moment for its boss to get settled, and then another
moment, just because.
"The angel drew Its scattered particles together and coalesced into a human shape,
which was considered good manners when interacting with the saints. It took Its
favorite form: slim, Japanese, so perfectly androgynous as to be equipped with both
sets of sex organs.
"Praise be the Lord our God, and hail His soldier, Saint Christopher," the angel
said as It approached the table.
"Praise be the Lord our God, and hail his agent, the Angel of LaGuardia Airport
(Delta Terminal)...
"I had a bit of a look around; great work you're doing here," the saint said...
"Fact is," said Saint Christopher, "I like you, and I like the way you do your
job. Your peers respect you. The Angel of London Heathrow International
Airport (Terminal 2) is transferring...and recommended you as Its
replacement...
"Enough, you're far too modest. I've decided; you'll begin tomorrow. Enjoy your
last night in Queens...
~~~
Choosing just one was very time consuming as you can imagine--she never "peeked into their minds..." enjoying a little mystery as she decided...LOL

All in all she was happy most of the hours she worked. But then one day a heavenly entity entered the terminal. Everybody wondered who he was because he didn't even remove his shoes! Of course, even if they had glanced in his direction, they would have immediately forgotten!

Ok, I know that I've probably given away more than I should about this story, but, hey, my formal review has already been posted for the Weird Tales Magazine, Issue 361, in which this story appears...

Soooo, I took the liberty of moving this one into my adult blog and sharing with my readers that, even angels, are known to act, ahhhh, what you might call, irrationally once in a while???

Actually, I'm not quite sure that the big boss up in the sky was quite as upset as was Saint Christopher, as her immediate supervisor... And, me, I just loved this story! 

P.S. If you can't figure out what happened when she found out she was leaving, ahhhh, you probably shouldn't be reading an adult blog!!! LOL..............................................................................



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